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The Good Old Days (two years ago)

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Nostalgia is a tricky word. A longing for the “good old days” can easily turn into sentimentality, to which I (and most tweeners) say yuck.

Yet it’s human to be wistful over the past, what we’ve left behind and will never have again. Waving goodbye is hard. Even kids, who dwell in the kingdom of now, experience nostalgia’s bittersweetness. I recently had a long discussion with my nieces, who are in fourth and seventh grades, about the film “Inside Out”. Though I loved it, I thought it might be something adults would appreciate more than kids. Duh! My nieces got its subleties and nuances, enjoying it both intellectually and emotionally (isn’t nine to thirteen  a wonderful age?)

What moved them most is when Joy/Riley has to let go of her imaginary friend Bing Bong. Oh, they completely understood why. “She couldn’t go up the mountain with him. He had to stay behind.” But it was so sad. More than once, both girls said, But it was so sad!  When he disappeared! I was crying. Poor, goofy, adorable Bing Bong represents all the fuzzy innocence and make-believe of their younger selves, all the toys, fantasies, and friends (real and imaginary) they’ve told goodbye.

hokey pokeyNot that I’ve ever met a real life kid who said, Peter-Pan-style, “I won’t grow up.” Those same nices who wept over Bing Bong tell me they can’t wait to be allowed to watch PG-13 movies (all their friends already do, they claim). But that doesn’t make going forward easier or less complicated. I love Jerry Spinelli’s novel “Hokey Pokey”, a fantasy/allegory set in an autonomous childhood world: no grown-ups, no rules except those they make themselves, no tomorrow any different from today. Bikes rule! And yet one day Jack, their leader, wakes up feeling like something is wrong. That feeling grows stronger as something new and powerful tugs on him. Hokey Pokey’s games  lose their luster, a girl who’s been his enemy begins to have appeal. What’s happening? His younger friends try to hold onto him, but there’s no stopping the inevitable. It’s a wonderful, poignant story about the excitement and confusion of growing up. As Jack leaves Hokey Pokey, knowing he can never go back, “He is thrilled. He is terrified. He wants to cheer. He wants to cry.”

moonpenny coverIn my “Moonpenny Island”, one of my favorite scenes is when Flor and her big sister are home by themselves during a black-out. Though Flor’s teenage sister never plays with her any more, tonight, in their shadowy, candlelit house, they play a make-believe game they invented years ago. It’s a bittersweet scene, and during it Flor startles herself by realizing that someday, she’ll be a teenager too. Will she still be the same Flor inside? Or will she become a stranger, the way her sister has? If only, she thinks, the electricity would never come back on. If only they could hover, suspended, in this in-between-time forever!

Even ten and eleven year olds know about Good Old Days. Poor Bing Bong! As he disappears in the distance, our hearts break, even as they beat a little faster for what’s to come. It’s confusing, it’s thrilling, and books can help kids sort it through.

Please share your own favorites!

 

 

The virtues of the pencil

I have a thing about pencils. Most writers do. We can hold this magical instrument in our hand — like a musician with a violin or an artist with a paintbrush  — and we can create a world that didn’t exist before. And all this magical instrument requires is a little sharpening now and then to keep it working.

189320-drawing-of-hand-writing-with-pencil Despite my love of pencils however, I write on a modern invention called a computer, and up until recently, I did all my revising on one too.

But a troubled WIP that I’d revised way too many times on my computer led me to pick up a pencil and edit the old-fashioned way. I’d forgotten how different it was to look at the pages with my fingers curled around a pencil and scribble my edits instead of type them. I’d forgotten how editing by hand changed the way I viewed the story. Simply said, I’d forgotten the magic of the humble pencil.

We all know that people write less today than generations before us, which is no surprise, given the multitude of electronic devices at our disposal, and the fact that kids aren’t even taught handwriting in most U.S. schools anymore. Some people bemoan this trend, citing that the difference between writing on a keyboard versus with a writing instrument is huge. Experts say that handwriting is a complex task requiring numerous skills — feeling the pen and paper, moving the writing implement, and directing movement by thought. These same processes don’t occur when typing on a keyboard — you just have to press the keys.

QWERTY_keyboardSome neuroscientists even go so far as to say that giving up handwriting may affect how future generations learn to read, because drawing letters by hand improves recognition. Research has found that note-taking with a pen instead of with a keyboard may give students a better grasp of the subject. Students at Princeton and UCLA who took longhand notes were better able to answer questions after a lecture, perhaps because they summarized and comprehended the material as they wrote their notes instead of typed them.

While doing my hand-edit, I rediscovered the flexibility a pencil and paper allows — scribbling in the margins, crossing things out then adding them back in again, and flipping back and forth between pages instead of scrolling up and down a screen. With a pencil and paper, it was all there right in front of me, a visual and tactile record of my edits in various stages of creativity.

I missed my old friend, the pencil.

I’m happy to see there are some signs that writing with a pencil (or pen) isn’t going the way of the rotary phone. In France, for example, students are still taught handwriting, beginning at age six. Ah France. They think writing by hand is a key part of cognitive development. Merci.

Also, pencil collector and lifelong pencil lover Caroline Weaver recently opened a store in New York — CW Pencil Enterprises — that sells numerous varieties of pencils. pencils Many of them sell out quickly.

And the ballpoint pen, first invented in the 1940s, is actually still the most widely-used writing instrument today. I bet you have one in your purse or backpack right now.

So I hope there is hope that pencils and pens will still be around for future generations. Pick one up and hold it in your hand. Voila! Your brain magically becomes the keyboard. Whoa. What a concept.

Michele Weber Hurwitz is the author of The Summer I Saved the World…in 65 Days and Calli Be Gold, both from Wendy Lamb Books/Penguin Random House. Visit her at micheleweberhurwitz.com.

A Middle Grade Time Machine

I’ve been staying with my husband’s mother for several weeks. As we go through some of her things for a move, she has been sharing childhood stories with me. I’m hearing about her Dad’s bakery, about pets, about antics she and her siblings got up to. As I was going through a bookcase, I found some middle grade treasures.

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The copy of Peter Pan was my mother-in-law’s, made obvious by the inscription inside, which shows her name, and “My Book,” in very neat large script. As one of seven kids, it was probably quite important to make these distinctions of ownership known!

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These books and the stories she told made me think about the young people we write for today, and I marveled at how books have touched us all over the years.

Thinking back to my Dad’s favorite books as a middle grade reader, some, like my mother-in-law’s Peter Pan, are still popular today.

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Treasure Island and Kidnapped, by Robert Louis Stevenson, as well as the Jules Verne stories, always came up when we talked favorite books.

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The Call of the Wild was another which brought a light of memory to Dad’s eyes when he remembered it. My husband and I discovered very early in our dating days that we had grown up with the same wonderful illustrated edition of Rudyard Kipling’s Just So Stories, which our parents all loved growing up and shared with their children. These were the stories which shaped them as young readers, our own parents, children born in 1923 and 1934.

Other books they enjoyed might not be so familiar to us today, but I remember them all, as my parents passed them on to me.  Goops and How to Be Them, by Gelett Burgess, The Tanglewood Tales, by Nathaniel Hawthorne, and  The Burgess Animal Book for Children, by Thornton W. Burgess , were favorites my Dad shared.

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A Girl of the Limberlost. by Gene Stratton-Porter, and Daddy Longlegs, by Jean Webster, were some of Mom’s favorites.

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Also wonderful to read aloud, which both my parents loved,  are the poems of James Whitcomb Riley. and Brett Harte’s tales of the California gold fields, especially “The Luck of Roaring Camp”. 

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More recently, my mother-in-law introduced our family to Five Children and It, by E. Nesbit., when our own daughter was a youngster. I’m so glad I didn’t miss out on this hilarious author.

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Oh, what a time machine we can travel, experiencing what our parents and grandparents read! I learn something new about a generation each time I open up a book from the past, don’t you?