Friday, December 30, 2011

A Discovery of Witches By Deborah Hackness


Are we sick of Vampire stories? While Stephanie Meyers opened up a new world to readers with her eclectic vampire story, we now have Deborah Hackness with her connoisseur of European History. (and other bits of knowledge.) Not all information comes from the internet, some comes from the good ol' library.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Rockefeller Center Miracle Tree of 2008


Once upon a time Mary Kremper took her first steps onto American soil. It was a hot and humid August day. She paused as she stepped off the vessel in awe. New York was a sight to behold. The dust did not give a hint of the deep depression that would come to take America by suprise. Her seventeen year old vocabulary did not know a word of English. “Itt vagyok,” she whipered. I am here.
Mary had two dimes in her wool coat pocket. She kept them in her left pocket because she had a hole in her right pocket. She wondered the streets of New York for three days. It was overwhelming. She slept on the side of the store until the owner told her to get out or else she would call the orphanage. She only wanted to come to New York, like a rebellious teen running away, she did not have a plan.
That is when she was on a corner watching the people cross the street when Sandra was picking up her laundry. She noticed Mary on the corner. Sandra noticed something about Mary's stout figure. She returned with her bag and asked Mary if she had anywhere to go. Sandra asked her if she would like to come home with her. Mary did not have to think about it, she clutched Sandra's arm and off they went. Sandra offered Mary a job cooking in the kitchen. Sandra family enjoyed Mary's German Hungarian cooking.
Sandra adopted Mary into her family. Sandra’s family was known as the Hilton’s. They were of German Hungary descendants. Mary learned English easily. Sandra’s brother worked in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. He knew of a Hungarian gardener that worked for him in Titusville. He told Sandra that he was a good gardener with talent. Sandra did not care about the green thumb, she wanted to introduce the two Hungarians. “We need to introduce Mary to Joseph,” Mary told her brother with the excitement.
Sandra invited Joseph over for dinner with her brother. Joseph Varanyak was born in the United States. However his family had moved back to Hungary when he was three. When he was seventeen he learned he was from America and he headed back to find his future. They introduced Mary and Joseph and it was instantaneous. Joseph had never seen simplicity and beauty as he saw under Mary’s navy felt hat held tightly with hatpins. She saw his hard working hands and memories of her father’s farm in Hungary flooded her day dreams. They only spoke in Hungarian. Talking English was fun, but talking in her tongue was natural. They arranged to be married three months later. Three seemed to be her lucky number.
One month after they were married they received a wonderful gift from Joseph’s boss. Conrad Hilton purchased Joseph and Mary their first piece of land. “You are talented with your hands. Put your mind and hands to work and build a tree farm,” Conrad advised Joseph. Joseph did and the Farm came to be known in Mercer County, New Jersey as the Varanyak Farm.
It was 1931 and Mary and Joseph were about to celebrate their first Christmas on the Varanyak Farm. They strolled toward the back of the property relishing this moment of their first Christmas. Joseph was the gardener; however, he was not the one that spotted the tree. “This is the tree, it’s perfect,” She told Joseph.
Joseph went to work to unearth the 4 foot Norway Spruce. They carried it to their home in a bucket. Decorating it was a delight, even during the Great Depression. After Christmas, Mary and Joseph planted it outside their home. Mary bore a son three years later, then twin boys. She continued to care for the tree. Cow manure was the main ingredient. Mary went to the tree to share her cares, tears, fears, pain, happiness and dreams.
In 1933 Mary remembered hearing about the first Rockefeller Tree in New York. She did not dare say it out loud. One day my little Norway Spruce will make it to New York. Little did she know that the first Rockefeller tree happened in 1931 by construction workers decorating it with tin cans and scrap paper.
Her pain came with the debilitating accident of her oldest son. He suffered a construction accident and she had to make the heart breaking decision to admit him permanently to a nursing home.
Mary and Joseph taught their twin sons, Bill and Bob, how to run the farm. “Mom, what are you doing with that cow manure?” Bill and Bob asked their mom. Mary would stir and liquefy the manure in a bucket for the tree. "Feeding the tree. This tree is going to be in New York one day!" The tree continued to grow; meanwhile, Bill and Bob grew up. They graduated in 1952 and worked for their father. The Norway Spruce that was once 4 feet was now a little more than 20 feet tall.
Mary lived another 46 years. Her husband, Joseph passed and the boys took care of the farm. Bill did some traveling around the world, but eventually returned home. In 1998 Mary Kemper Varanyak passed. She did not get to see her tree make it to New York.
Dreams do not die. Bill and Bob continued working the Varanyak Farm. One March Day in 2008, Bill noticed a helicopter hovering their property. Little did he know they had spotted their mother's tree. Two days later, the late David Morvak knocked on their door and said, “I think your tree would look great at the Rockefeller Center!” Bill and Bob were astatic. The tree was about to go to New York, from country to City, just as their mother had done in 1929.
December came quickly with a snow storm early. Bill looked out the back door one morning after the snow storm and saw a blue bird sitting on the Norway Spruce. The blue bird was rare in the middle of winter, especially after a snow storm. The next day came and the blue bird was still there. The blue bird stayed for 3 days in the 72 foot spruce. Then after the third day came, the trucks and chainsaw showed up. The blue bird was gone. Mary had continued her lucky three day trend. The boys knew the tree was happily on its way to New York. However, the tree did not have to wait three days to find direction. A New York City Parade awaited the tree!


By Jessica F. Ivins
Thank you to Bill Varanyak for the telephone interview in September 2011

This is non-fiction, however, there were some added information to clarify the story. I was not sure what vessel she came over to NY in or what she said when she got here. Bob said it was the Queen Mary, but it did not land here until 1936. Needless to say, Mary Kemper did land in NY and wonder the streets for three days. Their older brother did have an accident. Mary did want the tree in Rockefeller center. The tree was found by the famous helicoptor eyes of David Morvak, and the rest is history.

Friday, December 2, 2011

The Artist who Painted a Blue Horse





http://www.npr.org/2011/10/07/141156535/excerpt-the-artist-who-painted-a-blue-horse

Enjoy an excerpt from Eric Carle's latest Book. It is very cute for that aspiring artist or teaching, what is an artist?

Monday, November 14, 2011

WORLD BOOK NIGHT

WWW.WORLDBOOKNIGHT.COM

TAKE A LOOK.

Writers2writers: a writers club


http://w2walbuquerque.blogspot.com/
Writers2writers, a group of writers from all walks, meeting once a month in Albuquerque. I walked in to Hastings (a type of Barnes and Noble in Albuquerque), sorta in a bad mood, and thought I would try to sit and write. I walked into a writers meeting! I have been trying to go to one for about 6 months now. It is just too busy, and here I was. I was taking my son to his tutoring. It was meant to be.
I was not sure of the author, but learned about some other authors. And I met another writer, Wendy. We talked and I introduced my son to my new friend (this is fun to do because my kids think I have no friends!)

I learned about Judith Avila from Wendy. I am partial to her book, Code Talker, because of my husbands Apache blood. Navajo and Apache are very similar, so when he hears Navajo, he interprets for me. (this does not happen too often.) I also enjoy non-fiction.

Here is Judith Avila website and her other writings. From what I can tell, Code Talkers is her first big seller!
http://www.judithavila.com/codetalker.html

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Tuesday, October 11, 2011

SCBWI- Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators

http://www.scbwi.org/Default.aspx

I did it! I joined because everyone else was doing it. It is what all the websites say to do. I will let you know if it works. In the mean time I finished a children's book and will be diligently working on my young adult novel. The plot, ending, characters are here. They are nagging me to write the story that will open another world for young adults and big adults. They will open a world for all people to explore their thoughts on society and question our rational.
I was busy moving cross-country and have settled in New Mexico. It was difficult to leave New Jersey, especially because the story takes place there and surrounding areas. I will depend on my memory. The beauty of the green blankets and rainy days will not fade. I will keep it very much at the forefront of my mind for my book. It was a wonderful place to call home for 12 years.

Books I read on trip. Wonderstruck by Brian Selznick
He has a way to intertwine history with modern day and we get a delightful mystery. His seemingly simple plot requires readers to appreciate life stories rather than action and drama. We learn to pay attention to the details. After all, isn't it the little things in life that matter.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Submission Results!

I got my very first REJECTION letter! I was so excited. (not really) I can say, "I have one." It was rejected because it does not suit thier current needs. It wasn't missing a plot. There wasn't to many errors. And the story wasn't scattered.
On to my next endeavor. I can't wait. It will have to be a suprise because, well...because suprises are best. I have one new child's book I will submit soon and I am working on a novel, fiction (12 and up).
I am currently working on moving to New Mexico, so that is soaking up my time.
I picked up a book for my son upon his request:
"Do you want any books from the library? I am going today."
son: "Yah, pick one from the author of The Notebook."

I see the new fiction book section and it is by that guy, Nicholas Sparks. It is his newest book, Safe Haven. The only problem is they only have two copies in the large print and nothing else.
I bring it home for him and he takes one look at the large print and gets a headache. I pick it up with no desire to read it and skim throught the first third and begin reading it. I told him it is probably a good thing he did not read it because it is not the sweet love story that Sparks usually writes. It was a little dark compared to his movies I have seen. Suprisingly, I never read any of his books before.
I compare it to the corny "woman runs away from wifebeater husband" movie you turn on and can't turn off. You know how it is going to end and you know you could be doing something else, but you keep reading. I finished it in five days.( I have six kids right now).
It did have a suprise at the end that gave it the nice Nicholas Sparks twist that I like. My favorite is still The Notebook.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Busy Submitting

I have stayed busy writing. I have submitted a children's story to Scholastic Magazine! I am excited to test the waters with my writing. I have also submitted an article to Mothering Magazine. And my last one I am most proud of...I sumbitted a bill to my Senator on Civil Right. This was a big one for me and we will see what happens. It has to do with victims of sexual harassment and their rights as victims. It's to bad what is common sense to us is only followed by the corporate world if it is law. And the sad thing is that victims can not hold them responsible because they are technically following the law (even though they are continuing to vitimize the victim through the process.)
I am also trying to sell my house and have created business cards with a QR code. I love QR codes. You can creat your own QR code at http://myqr.co/


Here is my QR code and you can read my story about vain efforts to sell my house.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Brian Selznick next book..."Wonderstruck"

Hugo Cabret is the first of its kind. My son pickup up Hugo Cabret and could not put it down. He stayed up until 11pm the first night. He read to page 142. He came down to eat breakfast and kept reading. He said, "I am a addicted to this book."
Here is Brian talking about his next book that comes out September 13, 2011.
PS. There is a movie in the makings for Hugo Cabret!

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Favorite Quotes and Sayings

Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice”

"Keep your breath to cool your porridge, -- and I shall keep mine to swell my song.''
















Constitution Center Artifact- Teapot 1800’s

“My love is fixed,
I can not range,
I like my choice,
To well to change.”

sere prince halverson


http://sereprincehalverson.com/book.php

I haven't read this book, but will as soon as I get my hands on it!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Just go to Bed!

Good night.
I love you.

What are you doing?
Go to bed!

Good night.
I love you.

Is that you again?
Go to bed!

Good night.
I love you.

Are you under the table?
Go to bed!

Good night.
I love you.
Stay in bed.

Okay.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Make Way for the Ducklings



Robert McCloskey wrote his book in 1941. Inspired by time spent in the Boston Gardens and by May Massee, a teacher and librarian by trade, and a book editor. May Massee contributed to childrens literature by starting the first juvenile department in 1932. McCloskey was the Caldcott winner in 1942.

His book is the official children's book of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. A memorial was built to honor the McCloskey's book in 2003. It is fun for kids to see in the Boston Gardens and climb on.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Emily Dickinson

It is nearing summertime and this is an easy poem for you to memorize and help the kids memorize. Memorization is good for the kids and brain.

THE BEE is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.

The brooks laugh louder when I come, 5
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer’s day?


Emily Dickinson

Monday, April 11, 2011

John Ross

Congrats John on publishing your book! Loved it!





http://www.bigbrownboots.net/The_Elf_in_Big_Brown_Boots/Home.html

Making Bread (edited)

Making Bread

Flour in the air,
Flour in her hair.
Flour on the door,
Flour on the floor.

What a chore,
Flour is here and there.
She's painting her arms,
Her cheeks powder fair.

No more sweet rosey smiles.
Just sifted flowered,
giggles in the air
with the bleached powder.

Dusty white pats,
on black springy twists.
Baby brown hands,
now lightly white.

Flour everywhere,
time to be...
Clean.
brown with rosey cheeks.

it's tacit...
I love her brown
I love her white
oh, what a chore
I adore.

Added: 12.04.2011

Laurence Dunbar

This is one of my favorite poems from the Harlem Renaissance. He is my favorite author of that time. He read his first poem at age 6. He went to high school with the Wright brothers. He was the school newspaper editor. His first book of poetry, "Oak and Ivy", was recieved well locally and he had to work as a elevator operator to pay the publishing debt. His second book is what brought him national fame.

LITTLE BROWN BABY

Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,
Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee.
What you been doin', suh--makin' san' pies?
Look at dat bib--You's ez du'ty ez me.
Look at dat mouf--dat's merlasses, I bet;
Come hyeah, Maria, an' wipe off his han's.
Bees gwine to ketch you an' eat you up yit,
Bein' so sticky an' sweet--goodness lan's!

Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes
Who's pappy's darlin' an' who's pappy's chile?
Who is it all de day nevah once tries
Fu' to be cross, er once loses dat smile?
Whah did you git dem teef? My, you's a scamp!
Whah did dat dimple come f'om in yo' chin?
Pappy do' know you--I b'lieves you's a tramp;
Mammy, dis hyeah's some ol' straggler got in!

Let's th'ow him outen de do' in de san',
We do' want stragglers a-layin' 'roun' hyeah;
Let's gin him 'way to de big buggah-man;
I know he's hidin' erroun' hyeah right neah.
Buggah-man, buggah-man, come in de do',
Hyeah's a bad boy you kin have fu' to eat.
Mammy an' pappy do' want him no mo',
Swaller him down f'om his haid to his feet!

Dah, now, I t'ought dat you'd hug me up close.
Go back, ol' buggah, you sha'n't have dis boy.
He ain't no tramp, ner no straggler, of co'se;
He's pappy's pa'dner an' playmate an' joy.
Come to you' pallet now--go to you' res';
Wisht you could allus know ease an' cleah skies;
Wisht you could stay jes' a chile on my breas'--
Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes!