Wednesday, October 19, 2016

RABBITS, BUNNIES, WHISKERS AND HOP!

 

           
            Why do I write? The answer lies in the fact I enjoy reading. It all began with Uncle Wiggley Longears, the rabbit gentleman stories by Howard Garis. At bedtime at our house in the nineteen forties, my father would entertain me and my siblings with his own version of an ‘Uncle Wiggley Adventure.’ After an ending, “And if the turnips do not fall into the cabbage patch traps and get eaten by the turtle tribe, tomorrow I will tell you about Uncle Wiggley’s narrow escape from the falling tree near ‘Henry’, the covered bridge.” (In Vermont, covered bridges are named). With an eager readiness at the next bedtime, three children sat in anticipation as my father struggled to fabricate a new Uncle Wiggley adventure.
            I learned early that children’s authors captivate a child’s and an adult’s imagination in a magical, mind-stretching manner that no other writer can do. The children/young adult authors who are repeatedly read in our home and are impressive masters to follow are: Howard Garis, Beatrix Potter, Dr. Seuss, Laura
Inglis Wilder, J.K. Rowlings, Carolyn Keene, Franklin Dixon, E.B. White and Lewis Carroll.

 
            Children’s authors often pen a story for a particular child as Clement Moore did when he wrote the renowned poem, ‘The Night Before Christmas,’ to satisfy his children’s need for a Christmas story. A child has an imagination filled with wonder and welcomes all types of zany and horrific tales. Put it all together and zap – Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.
            I have written a story entitled, ‘The Polka Dot Mystery,’ with my three grandchildren. It began on a rainy day when the children complained there was nothing to do. I pulled out pencils and paper. We sat around the kitchen table and began with the oldest child creating a sentence first. Then the second child added her sentence, followed by a grandson’s wacky sentence. My sentence came next and balanced his morbid one. We continued to do this until we had completed a story, ‘The Polka Dot Mystery.’ To our surprise, it was published in a children’s magazine.
            The next time you browse through a bookstore, check out the children’s section. And watch out for rabbits – they have multiplied in the story market. Hop to it!
 
 Patricia Crandall

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Where's Percy? by Patricia Crandall

Where Is Percy, is published in Clever Magazine, Fall 2016 issue. Clever: The Ezine for the Neglected Demographic      

I enjoyed this flash fiction story. Linda Barnett-Johnson

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

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Wednesday, August 3, 2016

AND IN THE BEGINNING..(August poem)

 
 AND IN THE BEGINNING...
 
Genesis
stirs within me
a desire to spin
poetry
as a spider
painstakingly
evolves around his web
 

Monday, June 6, 2016

FLOWERS, FLAGS AWD FIREWORKS (a poem) by Patricia Crandall







FLOWERS, FLAGS AWD FIREWORKS
 
The full moon
is in attendance
to a regalia.
One star
shines queenly
among the luminous
but not bright,
opposite the natural
satellite of Earth.
Beholding the Galaxy,
are upturned, patriotic faces.
A carillon of 'Peepers'
pervade the cool night air
and fireflies shimmer
in the midst of
flowers, flags and fireworks.
 
 
 

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Heralds of Spring by Patricia Crandall (poem)

             HERALDS OF SPRING

 
                   A fuzzy black caterpillar
                   waddles across
                   last evening's snowfall.
                   A twelve inch measure
                   from his tiny tracks
                   are sodden remnants
                   of autumn leaves
                   and brave little tufts
                   of spring green grass.
 

Thursday, March 3, 2016

AMERICAN FARM SCENE, WINTER (a poem) by Patricia Crandall



Icicles
hang from rooftops
of an old farmhouse
and a leaning barn.
Skaters
spin around the ice pond.
A pair of horses
clip-clop over a wooden bridge
pulling a sleigh
homing two passengers.
Snow clouds emerge
depositing
spectacular snow-blanketed scenery.

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In 1958 Her streets were paved in yellow brick leading to Fifth Avenue and 42 nd  Street. You might have seen a zealous couple dance-walkin...