
Children’s books first appeared in the later 18th century and were strongly moralizing and educational. The books were meant to teach and instruct, not to entertain, and the child figures in those books behaved like miniature adults.

Children’s books first appeared in the later 18th century and were strongly moralizing and educational. The books were meant to teach and instruct, not to entertain, and the child figures in those books behaved like miniature adults.

My husband had just finished mowing the yard and when he came back into the house a sweaty mess, I looked at him and smiled, “You look like Moritz,” I said and his face went blank.

We all know the feeling when the rest of world around us just disappears, when we sit there in silence, in our favorite chair and we start daydreaming.

“Health, it’s one of God’s greatest gift, but we take it for granted; yet it hangs on a thread as fine as a spider’s web and the tiniest thing can make it snap, leaving the strongest of us helpless in an instant.”
― Jennifer Worth, Shadows of the Workhouse
They walk through my dreams every night
Haunting, silent, an essence just beyond reach
Supplying all I need and yet supplying nothing

I was once sitting there myself, like you do today, and I too listened to adults and their speeches and some of the people seemed to be so disconnected that I always wondered if they still understood the youth. I was so young and they seemed so old, maybe that’s the way you look at me today as well.
Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad – Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad. Some homes are broken, and children there grieve. Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?”
I found this poem on my search for Christmas spirit. It got to me, so I thought I share it with all of you.
My Grandmother, the wonderful, wise woman who raised me, was a refugee. She left her home town right at the end of WWI in 1918, when she was 17 years old.
Both of her parents had been killed during the war and there was no place to call home anymore. She left town with her sister Emma, who was just 2 years older.
Last weeks writing challenge was fun, thank you to everyone who participated.
Last weeks “Knock, Knock writing challenge” was a big success. OK maybe not a big success when compared to other challenges, but it was a big success for my little blog. I enjoyed reading all the posts and it made me wonder how many more treasures we have hidden in our archives.