Jurassic Pick

Slightly moldy and warped, but otherwise perfect.

Bookshelf space was always at a premium in my childhood home. So when I outgrew my picture books, my mom wasted little time in packing them up into a giant cardboard box and depositing them in a dark, forgotten corner of the basement. Her plan was to parcel them out many years later after I had children of my own. The presentation of each book would be accompanied by the grandma bon mot: “Your daddy read this when he was your age!”

An unusually vicious rainstorm during my middle school years almost put an end to that plan. Most of the collection remained above the waterline but others were in sad and sorry shape.

But Mom and I ran hairdryers, Lysol-ed any pages that showed traces of mold and pressed the sorry specimens between  dictionaries. Fortunately, most of the books that were beyond the pale were ones that could be easily replaced after my son was born. (The Diggingest Dog, for example.) Other books were no great loss. (Sure, I could buy a new copy of the unsettling Are You My Mother?, but will I? No, sir.)

I was thinking about this 20-odd-year-old event recently because it brought something into sharp focus: a basement flood is an excellent way to determine a book’s value. Most of the books in that wet box entertained me in one way or another, but only a couple of them really mattered.

I would guess that about three or four dozen books were waterlogged in that flood. Some were beyond saving. But even among the salvageable books, decisions needed to be made. There was only so much Lysol and so many heavy dictionaries to go around. Where should I devote the bulk of my rescue efforts? To put it another way, which book would just be too painful to throw away? Amazon.com was still decades away, so a lost book was really lost. Maybe forever.

At the time my decisions were surprisingly swift and easy. Are You My Mother? never got a backward glance. Danger in Dinosaur Valley by Joan Lowery Nixon, however, was a different story entirely.

Danger in Dinosaur Valley was the quintessential children’s book for boys – beautifully bringing together dinosaurs, baseball and time travel in a fast-paced, funny tale of prehistoric survival. The entire story is seen through the eyes of a curious young Diplodocus and ends with a stirring and violent confrontation with a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Ah. Remember the days when it was okay to have violence in a picture book?

So… Get me some Lysol and a Merriam Webster, STAT! This book ain’t gonna die on my watch!

The dust jacket never made it, the spine is shot and dots of mold speckle the end pages but my efforts were not in vain. Grandma delivered her line to Alex on cue: “Your daddy read this when he was your age!” True enough, but I also read it at this age, even when my little guy isn’t around. That is a true test of a great picture book.

Danger in Dinosaur Valley has been out of print since the 1970s, but thank heavens we now live in the age of Amazon. Nine copies starting at $1.38? What a deal! Get it. I’ll bet you’ll keep it.

Just promise me you’ll store it on a high shelf.

So let’s open this up to the comment section: What picture book couldn’t you live without?

Sunday Sketches

One of the ways I hoped to get my (then-three-year-old) son interested in reading was to leave him little notes at the breakfast table. After all, what could be more fun than getting a loving note every morning from your dear ol’ Dad?

But, since I am incapable of doing anything in a small way, I took my note idea to the next level. It’s always fun to get mail, so I sealed each note in an envelope; printed my son’s name and address on the front; and, for that extra dose of authenticity, drew on a stamp. (“Celebrate Cows,” was the first subject.) “There!” I thought. “That will get my boy interested in reading!”

Not the first cow stamp, but a "rare reissue" for the collectors market.

Instead, it got my boy interested in stamp collecting. From the second note on, he carefully ripped the stamp off the envelope and stored it in a shoebox. The notes were glanced at briefly, handed to Mom to read aloud, and then discarded without a second thought. So while I’m pleased to report that my son – who is now five – reads with enthusiasm, my grand note experiment had absolutely nothing to do with it.

This stamp was issued the day after my son discovered that baths are overrated.
The boy soon became so obsessed with my stamps he needed a stamp to celebrate stamps.

The End of the Beginning is Near!

I haven’t written much on this blog ­­– or anywhere, really – as I have been spending the last couple of weeks noodling around with the WordPress tutorials. It’s been time well spent; I learned about making menus and submenus, posting photos, and discovering what a “widget” is. So while I have been lazy about posting, I haven’t been lazy in general.

I’m pleased to report that what’s included here is pretty much what I want on my Children’s Book Writer Website. (Not everything, mind you ­– that ridiculous football pic needs to be replaced with something more children’s book author-ish.  I’m also contemplating some snappier background images because “orange-ish” is not very snappy. These, however, are just details.) The written content is all there.

Look around. You’ll find my resume, a kid-friendly bio, a Q&A (because every single Children’s Book Author Website on the planet has a Q&A), a synopsis of my book, info on author visits, and a nifty little “email me” thing. I am also pleased to report that I managed to do all this with a certain degree of speed and competence.

So, woo!

The next phase is to get a more appropriate picture for the header. That’s Job One and I’m working on that. I am also on the hunt for an appropriate background image that is both copyright-free and just plain-ol’-free. I’m working on that, too.

Then there’s the title. “heylookawriterfellow” is growing on me, but it’s certainly not an easy title to remember. That being said, I can’t bear to settle for the straightforward yet boring “mikeallegra.” I just can’t.

In short, suggestions are welcome.