Price : $20.00
Wen I was a young boy in Columbus, Ohio I would sometimes, in a leisurely moment, pull my jackknife from the holder on the side of my leather lace-up boots (which I wore with corduroy knickers during the winter months) and whittle away on a stick, shaping it to look like one thing or the other. That is basically what Joan and I are doing now all these many years later: taking our pens and trying to shape our experiences into a story, which, though loosely organized and at this point anyway, happily unfinished, we could share with our children and their children.
Every person is a walking biography with an unique tale to tell. So, too, does every parent have a special story to share. Will this little book, like its companion volume Whistling, make any difference to our children? Who knows? Perhaps, at the vert least, it will give them some sense of personal identity and connection, a humane check against the world’s unfriendly distractions, spurring them to continue the conversation, to add their own stories to the mix.
Although Whittling, like the previous book, is written principally for our scattered families, we are more than happy to share it with friends and any others who may find something within its pages to enjoy, laugh at, or mull over or even take exception to.
I add here a note to Joan from her niece, Terri Lee, which I found among Joan’s papers only recently: … I’m not sure I can express in mere words (a hug would be much better) how much I enjoyed reading it (Whittling) - But more than that, what it meant to me, finding bits and pieces of my dad’s life scattered thru it. I’ve learned more about daddy since his passing (thru his papers and now your book) than I ever knew during his life. Thank you for the book. I found myself completely lost in it. For me, the benchmark of a great read!! I’m sure you’ve both been told a million times how wonderfully you write - a gift. Any more books?