Two weekends ago,
during our exciting
Arts Festival weekend,
I visited the library’s
Annual Book Sale
sifting through dusty piles
and carts of tossed books,
I found ones tucked nicely,
waiting for just the
to limit additions.
In a unique and lovely book,
I discovered the perfect
June poem to share with you.
kismet and karma
wrapped up into
to find treasures
in amongst forlorn
Hardly-aged cobalt blue,
gold engraved witch
adorning the cover.
Scarcely read book?
While an engraved
gold fairy perches
on its binding.
The author, Norman C. Schlichter,
had written two other books.
One was called,
and the other one was,
“Voices of Joy.”
Oh, how ecstatic
I would have been
to have found those
other two books,
Publication date of 1922,
proceeds “Fancy’s Hour.”
My brilliant blue book’s
copyright date is 1924.
C. Winston Company,
Thumbing through book,
playful and exquisite,
this poem caught my eye
and enchanted my heart.
Instead of saving it,
for all the men out there
for Father’s Day,
Here is my own
“This is for all those inquisitive boys
who grew up to play important roles in
the lives of curious children.”
By Robin Cochran, 6/1/14.
“When I Was Little”
by Norman C. Schlichter, (1924)
“When I was little, I wanted to know
The how and the why of the beautiful snow.
Why this was this, and that was that,
And all there was inside of my cat.
I wanted to find the giant purse,
That held the pennies of the Universe.
I wanted to know who lighted the stars,
And the destination of railroad cars.
I wanted to know what elephants knew,
And to see a mountain through and through.
I wanted to know why birds had wings,
And more than a thousand similar things.
And, now that I’m older, and grow to be
A man of ripe maturity.
There are things and things that I want to know,
And, like a child in the long ago,
No one can tell me them here below.”
This seems like a kind of Sunday message that fits our 84 degree
weather day. I walked in the brilliant sunshine, observing flowers
and green everywhere. Cars bustling and people sitting out on porches.
My oldest daughter had just stopped by to pick up the boys, heading
off to Mingo pool. The library’s coolness upon my warm arms, gave me
shivers. I sat for a moment, reflecting about the weekend and children’s
wonder of things. In their curiosity, over the Saturday hours we
spent together, Skyler and Micah had been interested in playing at
Mingo Park. They had wondered why people would run in half and quarter
marathons when you are ‘allowed to walk?’ For the cause of the American
Lung Association, Delaware had sponsored “The New Moon Half Marathon
and Quarter Marathon,” on May 31, 2014. During our normally short trip from
their home across town, we had been circumvented and rerouted, to get to the
park. The boys had been fascinated by an intricate spider’s web with its white
‘nest’ of babies found nestled in the low branches of a pine tree. They had
been picking up pine cones, seeking the coolness in the shade of the trees,
away from the Big Toy, where they had made friends and chased them, in
endless games of “Tag, you’re ‘It.'” Too many other questions and thoughts
to cover, the spider’s web led us to the subject of books. Skyler asked,
“Did you ever read the book, “Charlotte’s Web,” Nana?”
I smiled, nodded and responded back,
“Third grade was a perfect time to
read that book! I am so glad you
know about that, Skyler!
Please tell me about it.
Tell me all the things
I may have forgotten.”