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Friday, May 17, 2024

Jack Prelutsky poem

                                  A Fun and Silly Poem by Jack                                       Prelutsky 

        This was sent to me by a dear lady in the Cobblestone Writers Group.

  
I wave good-bye when butter flies
and cheer a boxing match,
I've often watched my pillow fight,
I've sewn a cabbage patch,
I like to dance at basket balls
or lead a rubber band,
I've marveled at a spelling bee,
I've helped a peanut stand.

It's possible a pencil points,
but does a lemon drop?
Does coffee break or chocolate kiss,
and will a soda pop?
I share my milk with drinking straws,
my meals with chewing gum,
and should I see my pocket change,
I'll hear my kettle drum.

It makes me sad when lettuce leaves,
I laugh when dinner rolls,
I wonder if the kitchen sinks
and if a salad bowls,
I've listened to a diamond ring,
I've waved a football fan,
and if a chimney sweeps the floor,
I'm sure the garbage can. 

Poem by Jack Prelutsky
 

Saturday, May 4, 2024

Mother's Day

                      Mother's Day 

For centuries, some forms of Mother's Day have been celebrated in different parts of the world.
It did not start in the U.S. until the end of the Civil War.

In 1868, Ann Reeves Jarvis, who lived in West Virginia, started the first "Mothers' Friendship Day" by inviting the mothers of former Union and Confederate soldiers to promote reconciliation.

Ms. Jarvis was helped when Julia Ward Howe wrote the "Mother's Day Proclamation" in 1870. She called for the mothers to organize and promote world peace. 

Ann Reeves Jarvis died in 1905. Her daughter, Anna Jarvis, took over for her mother's idea. 
In 1908, Anna Jarvis convinced Philadelphia store owner John Wanamaker to financially support her efforts. In May 1908, she held the first official Mother's Day observance at a Methodist church in Grafton, West Virginia. On the same day, Mr. Wanamaker held an event at one of his retail stores in Philadelphia, which thousands of people attended.

Anna Jarvis then started a substantial letter-writing campaign to make Mother's Day the national calendar.
She wanted it to be a special day to honor motherhood, as she contended the other holidays honored male achievements. In 1912, she established the Mother's Day International Association. 
President Woodrow Wilson (in 1914) signed a document officially establishing the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day. 

By 1920, Anna Jarvis decried the commercialization of Mother's Day. She saw it as a day for families to be with their mothers. She did not like flowers, cards, and candy taking over. She disowned the national holiday. She never married or had children. She died in 1948.

My mom was Dorothy Stinson. She was born in 1915. She married Bob Stinson, and they had three children. She lived to see her six grandchildren and 12 great-grandchildren.
We still think of her today. She loved us, taught us, and prayed for us. A little bit of her lives on in each of us. 

I hope you spend a happy day with your mother or have good memories of her on Mother's Day.
 

Wednesday, April 3, 2024

Review of Wild River


                          Review Wild River

I am putting this review of my book Wild River in my blog. The view just came out from the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books. I am doing this as some people have notified me they will be at the Northtown Mall Book Fair


on April 20th from 11 a.m. to 3, where I will have this book and others. If you are interested, this will give you an idea of what is in the book.

"Title: Wild River

Author: Patricia Stinson

"Wild River" by Patricia Stinson takes readers on a gripping journey back to 1871, where Dr. Edmund Proft, hailing from Connecticut, confronts the unforgiving realities of life in the New Mexico territory. As Proft navigates through a landscape fraught with gunfights, robbery, and pervasive ignorance, the novel delbes into the depths of prejudice, shining a spotlight on the conplexities of human nature, including Proft's own biases.

Set against the backdrop of the untamed West, Stinson's narrative skillfully captures the harshness and demands of the era, immersing readers in a world where survival is a constant struggle and danger lurks around every corner. Through Proft's experiences, the novel explores themes of resilience, adaptability, and the transformative power of facing one's own prejudices. 

Sinson's vivid prose and meticulous attention to historical detail bring the setting to life, transporting readers to a time and place where every decision carries weight and every encounter is fraught with tension. "Wild River" is not merely a tale of survival, but a poignant exploration of the human spirit and the enduring quest for understanding and acceptance in a world fraught with challenges.

 With its richly drawn characters, evocative setting, and thought-provoking themes, "Wild River" ... Stinson's masterful storytelling and compelling narrative make this novel a standout work that will captivate audiences and leave a lasting impression."

Review by Al Calderon, the Organizer of the L.A. Times Festival of Books.

My newest book, Texas Cakewalk, does not have any reviews yet. 


Monday, March 25, 2024

Reading Joy

                                                              I Opened a Book

"I opened a book and in I strode.

 Now nobody can find me.

I've left my chair, my house, my road,

My town and my world behind me.

I'm wearing the cloak, I've slipped on the ring,

I've swallowed the magic potion.

I've fought with a dragon, dined with a king 

And dived in a bottomless ocean.

I opened a book and made some friends.

I shared their tears and laughter.

And followed their road with its bumps and bends

To the happily ever after.

I finished my book and out I came. 

The cloak can no longer hide me.

My chair and my house are just the same,

But I have a book inside me."

                                                                            Written by Julia Donaldson


Isn't this a great thought? 

Northtown Mall in Blaine, Mn., is having a book fair on April 20, 2024, from 11a.m. to 3 p.m. I will be there with my new book, Texas Cakewalk. There will be a variety of children's books and adults. 

If you come I'm sure you will have fun. Stop by my table and say hi. 

I've added this poster. 


Saturday, December 23, 2023

Peace

                                            Peace 

You may be very busy this Saturday before Christmas Eve. You may not read this until after Christmas, which somehow has become hectic. The Christmas season is not one or two days, but hopefully every day.
I share with you part of a poem written by Edna Hong.

Let us not walk through the Christmas season
With eyes that see not those whom Thy eyes saw first,
    the lonely and forgotten ones,
    the sick, the old and blind,
    the lost souls and the fallen,
    the hungry in body and soul,
   the anxious and worried,
    and those who mourn and are not comforted.

Many of us think of the words ' Peace on earth', and we think there is no peace in this world of war and violence.
We need to remember these words, "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives," said Jesus. (John 14: 27)         Christians know the Peace beyond understanding. Merry Christmas and a Blessed One, And to my English friends, Happy Christmas and a Blessed One. 

And a Blessed New Year of 2024.   
                                                                 Pat











Tuesday, December 12, 2023

Hanukkah

                                      



                                 Hanukkah 





Hanukkah, also spelled Chanukah, began at sundown on December 8th and will end at sunset on the eighth day. Hanukkah is not the most crucial celebration the Jewish People have, but it is the one that happens in December.

This year, the Ukrainian and Israeli people are fighting for their homeland. Hanukkah celebrates the Jewish people winning the war against the Syrians, as they wanted their land and the freedom of religion.

Many years ago, in the time of B.C., the Jewish people lived in peace, and their Holy Temple was in their capital city of Jerusalem. The army of Syria came and conquered Judea and defiled the Holy Temple. The Syrian king had idols placed in the temple and ordered all the Jews to pray to his gods or die. Some people did as the king ordered, but many Jews refused and, led by a priest named Mattathias, went to live in the caves of the surrounding mountains.

Mattathias led the men in battles with the heavily armor-protected Syrian army. When Mattathias became too old to lead, he chose his son Judah Maccabee, nicknamed The Hammer. After many years of fighting, the Jews won and drove the Syrians out of their land.

The people cleaned the temple and destroyed the false gods. Then, they sought oil to light the grand menorah. They found enough to burn it for one day. A miracle happened; the oil lasted eight days, giving them enough time to make more.

Today's menorah has a nine-branch candelabrum. Eight candles are for the eight days the oil lasted. The ninth candle is called the "servant" candle. It is used to light the other candles, one candle each day. The celebration is called the "Feast of Lights."   




The family plays a dreidel game to remember the time of the Syrians. The people were not allowed to teach the boys to read. So the teacher (rabbi) would put different words on the sides of the dreidel. If a Syrian soldier asked the teacher what he was doing, he answered, "We are just playing a game to entertain the boys while the parents work."

Today, there are anti-Semitic people in our country and the world. The people who are prejudiced against Jews are not Christians. The Christian faith is one of love and peace. The Christian faith would not exist if the Hebrew people had not become God's people. He had many groups from which He could choose. There were the Syrians, Chaldeans, Egyptians, etc. Yet God chose a small, unimportant group of slaves to be His. Even though they were imperfect, He stuck by them and chose an unknown, poor Hebrew girl to be the mother of His Son. While Jesus walked upon this earth, He was Jewish and followed the Hebrew religion when it did not conflict with his Father's will. The Christian faith has its origins in the Jewish people.

May this time of Hanukkah be a blessing to all who celebrate the miracle of God who made one bit of oil last eight days. 

Happy Chanukah to all the Jewish people, and may you have peace. 

Jack Prelutsky poem

                                  A Fun and Silly Poem by Jack                                       Prelutsky          This was sent to me...