This watercolor picture I did for a niece who is having a baby in September. She loved this quote and so I used it just like it came from the book and altered a vintage drawing of Pooh and Piglet walking up a hill. I tried to color it to look like it was old so it is not bright in color, but adds to it I think. Ernest Shepard is the original artist of the drawing, I just changed it up a bit. Hope you like it.
This is a quote I illustrated awhile back which I really love. It’s how I really feel about living and enjoying every minute of every day. Time goes by so quickly. My kids are now 17, 19 and 20 years of age. I was a stay- at- home mom, and I loved it. I wouldn’t have changed any of it.
Today, as I was folding clothes on my bed, I put on an old CD I used to play for the kids when they were small and read their books. It was music from the Beatrix Potter animated series that was on PBS (see below). I love this CD as it helps me focus and think like a child when I have to be creative, drawing,etc. When I started listening, I almost wanted to cry. I could picture the three of them sitting on the couch, curled up reading their books. Their stuffed animals cuddled under their arms while having a snack. I remember this as clearly as it happened yesterday. Times were so laid back then. No homework, studying for SAT’s, driver’s ed and dating problems. It was excitement, playfulness and innocence. Hugs and kisses. I’d take it all back in a second.
Anyway, before I get too emotional, this is what made me want to illustrate this quote. This is what I picture when I read the words. It makes me feel serene looking at the girl on the beach, just enjoying something as simple as listening to a seashell. Can’t you hear it? Enjoy!
I am posting this yet again, as I see people still look this one up now and again. Enjoy!!!
Here is a poem from my journal that was written 6/21/93. It is about my children and wanting never to forget all the special memories of their childhood. The red sneakers were Patrick’s, and they were little canvas high tops-so cute! (He had several different pairs, and I even saved a pair of velcro cuties!)
This poem is titled:
LITTLE RED SNEAKERS
I want to remember,
Little red sneakers, sandboxes and swings,
and all the little childhood things.
Joyful laughter-wiping tears, I want to remember through the years.
Ice cream, lollipops and licorice,too,
Wagons and bicycles-a stroller for two.
Christmases and birthdays, when everyone’s over,
Ernie and Bert, Oscar and Grover.
Bathing suits and summer fun, a kiss and hug for everyone.
Carousels and pony rides, cookouts and climbing slides.
A wading pool, chock-full of toys,
Climbing trees is for little boys!
Scampering feet on wooden floors,
Singing kid songs behind closed doors.
Christopher Robin and Winnie The Pooh,
Owl, Eeyore, Kanga and Roo.
Reading books on Mommy’s lap,
“Come on now kids, it’s time for your nap!”
Cookies and milk before going to bed.
Stroking blonde hair on a tired boys head.
The kiss and the hug, the ” I Love You!” before sleeping,
Lies deep within my heart, worth keeping.
These things I want to remember with pleasure.
Worth more than gold,
It’s a mother’s treasure!
I am noticing that this post on this story (which I hope to get published soon) seems to be the most popular on my blog. I am bringing it back to the front page of my blog to see what kind of views this could generate again. This has proven to be very interesting and has given me a little more encouragement on my end to seeing it in book form someday. Thank you all.
I know I’ve reblogged this before, but I think it is a great poem and many people enjoyed this last time. Here’s one for all the moms that “want to remember” and know that special times with little ones never really last for very long. Thank God for memories! Enjoy!
Hi all! I was just sitting here thinking, “What can I write about?”, when I thought of a conversation I had with my husband in the car the other day. It was about going to the bakery as a kid (which would be 1950′s to 1960′s), buying penny candy and filling up a small paper bag. Then we both started naming all the candy we could remember.
Okay, here goes…the first that comes to mind is Squirrel Nuts, which were so chewy my teeth would stick together and thought I would break my jaw as I tried to chew. They were too good, so I’d just keep placing them in my mouth. Yes, yes…candy necklaces, which I wore (nerd) and candy dots on paper, which I think I ate my share of paper that stuck to the undersides. Okay, Flying Saucers, you know, the candy that tastes like the church wafers, only slightly flavored with candy beads inside! Still don’t know why they couldn’t give these out every Sunday at church instead. Sorry .
Sky Bars were my favorite, 4 surprise creams in a bar. Yum!
Ok, remember those wax bottles filled with sugary liquid??? I shudder now when I think of eating or swallowing that liquid and how sweet it was. They were kind of like the energy shots of today!
There were Razzles, the candy that was also a gum…genius! Pop rocks, rock candy, milk duds, caramel creams! Oh yes, atomic fireballs! They were so hot when you first put them in your mouth, it made your eyes water, until you got used to it. Then they were just sweet and you had to bite them, take them out of your mouth and look at all the layers it had inside!!! So cool! When it was done, the experience was so cool, you had to do it all over again.
The coconut 3 striped candy, neopolitans. Jelly Nougats, Chunkys, Ice Cubes,chuckles, necco wafers. I could go on and on.
But the last is the absolute best…..W A X L I P S! Come on, there wasn’t a cooler candy around. First you could wear them and make everyone laugh (just see photo below of my kids trying them out when they were younger). Then after that you could place them in your mouth and chew it like a gum! The flavor was irresistible! Like a sweet vanilla or something. Oh, take me back, I can’t stand it! Why did everything seem more awesome when we were little!
Come to think of it, do you remember caps and cap guns. You didn’t even need the gun really, just a big rock. You slam the rock down on the cap and “Bang!”. Then you pick up the red burnt paper and you did ,what???? Yes, you’d smell it! Oh, the sweet smell of sulfur!
And then the “Snakes”. These were always available around the 4th of July. They were black tablets you lit a match to, and it grew an ash snake that looked like it was alive as it coiled around…Oh my God! I guess this is going to have to be another post!!! I keep remembering stuff, see what you made me do!
Oh well, I hope you enjoyed this trip down memory lane, or Candy Lane, I should say. Hey wait, that sounds sort of like Candy Land. Remember the game Candy Land??? I loved that game …with all those yummy pictures and neat candy names! And then there’s the Mystery Date game???
Wait!!! Stop! Stop!
I gotta go….Bye!
I am writing this in my blog to see what people think. This is a story I wrote from my childhood, which stands out in my memory as clear as it happened yesterday, but in fact it was 40 years ago. I wanted to reflect the images and the way I remember the way the days felt back then. I’m sure if you grew up in the 60′s, you can relate to this story. This is one is on it’s way to a publisher as we speak. I can really picture this story as a children’s picture book. I hope you like it. Enjoy. Cheryl
JOLLY JOE, THE ICE CREAM MAN
The nickel mom gave me was clenched tight in my sweaty, left fist. It wasn’t going anywhere, at least not yet.
I sat patiently on the curb in front of my house, drawing pictures on the roasting pavement with rocks. It was something to do while I waited-waited for the sweet sound of the ice cream man.
Those summer mornings of long ago always dawned hazy and cool, but by noontime, turned sunny and sizzling. Cicadas droned their long, lonely songs promising another day of uncomfortable weather; while dogs laid lifeless, panting heavily in the shade.
Since it was too hot to play, the neighborhood children sat quietly in their wading pools, played board games or just read books. It seemed the whole neighborhood was sleeping.
Suddenly we heard it!
“Clang!” “Clang!” “Clang!”
Oh, that marvelous sound!
“Clang!” “Clang!” “Clang!”
The ice cream man was coming and his bell broke through the still, dank air like shattering glass! The red and white truck gleamed as it rounded the corner of our street.
“Clang!” “Clang!” “Clang!”
His bell beckoned every child and the neighborhood sprang back to life again. It was like magic!
His name was Jolly Joe and he was always on time, half-past noon. He wasn’t your ordinary ice cream man, and he didn’t drive an ordinary ice cream truck.Unlike the larger, square trucks today, Jolly Joe’s truck was small, and all of it’s corners were rounded. Vibrant stickers of assorted, frosty ice cream treats were strewn across it’s sides, seeming so real and tasty, our mouths watered in anticipation.
The back of his truck was made of smooth, shiny aluminum and had small, compartment doors cut into it. Each door had it’s own lever, but had nothing to reveal the treasure it held deep inside. I’ll never know just how he did it, but he always knew which door to open for each child’s special selection.
Clutching my nickel tight, I’d run to the back of the truck where a small group of children were quickly gathering. Jolly Joe jumped out and walked toward us. The sun glistened upon his greased, jet black hair. He was an older man with a pleasant face and a welcoming smile. He was short, round, and yes, very jolly. He knew us all by name and knew all of our favorite ice cream treats.
There were chocolate nut cones, ice cream sandwiches and assorted ice pops in every flavor. Strawberry Shortcakes, Chocolate Eclairs and Cherry Bombs to name just a few.
Then there was my favorite ice cream of all -the Buried Treasure! It was called the Buried Treasure because you had to eat all the raspberry ice cream to discover the “treasure” deep inside. An imprint on the plastic stick! It might be a lion, a dog, or even a funny clown. Whatever it was, it was well worth the wait!
The money belt Jolly Joe wore around his middle made a merry “chink”, chink” sound as he collected coins or just made change. Small puffs of freezer smoke escaped each compartment door as he opened them one by one.
Then it was finally my turn! He dug his arm deep inside the frigid compartment up to his shoulder. He’d pause for a moment, and a puzzled look would cross his face. Then quick as a flash, he had it! My Buried Treasure! I couldn’t wait to taste the cool, sweetness sliding down my parched throat.
I managed a muffled “thank you”, as he tousled my damp hair.
Choices were made. Money was exchanged. Then as quickly as it had begun, it was soon over. It was time for Jolly Joe to go.
He climbed back into his cab and waved us off. Excited, sticky-faced, children were everywhere, playing and laughing again.
“Bye!” they all called back. Then the merry bell rang again.
“Clang!” “Clang!” Clang!”
Over and over it rang, until it slowly faded in the distance.
How I hated to see him go, because then I knew it would just be another long, hot and boring day again. But I knew the next day he’d be back again. I’d clutch my nickel tight and run, and it would be magic all over again.
I know…I’m sorry. It has been some time since I wrote my last blog. It has been crazy and I can’t seem to straighten out my new schedule and find time to do everything I want to do. but I figured I’d just throw something out there and go with it.
This illustration I did awhile ago and it brings back such memories for me as a child. I remember going outside early in the morning and not going back in, except for bathroom breaks and lunch. I’d come back to the house when the street lights would come on. Wow, how things change.
We played hopscotch, softball, statue, red light green light, tag…you name it. it was great. Now today, there is not one kid I know that is not looking down at their Blackberry, phone or otherwise. They don’t even look up. ”Hellllooo! I’m over here!!!” Whatever happened to conversing , for God’s sake!
I don’t get it.
But anyway, I know when I am sitting in a park by myself, or even in my backyard on my deck…and I hear children in the distance at recess at the nearby school, and I hear laughter, It brings it all back. The innocence and feeling of ultimate freedom that a child possesses, I’d take it back in a minute.
Yes, thank God for the laughter of children. It’s like music for the tired soul. :)
Sometimes the world seems like such a stressed-out place to be, that I wish I could go back in time and be a child all over again.
I want to go back… back to when I was about 5 years old and living at home.
The feeling of being safe and free from worry.
back… I can see myself running outside in the crisp,cool air.
I was always outside.
Being small, energetic and young, I can play outside all day and not even tire.
I’m running, always running. Out toward the wide open space of the field that is behind my house.
It is early fall, and most likely at dusk. My cheeks are cold, my nose is cold, but it feels good.
I stop for just a moment and listen… I hear the crows. I smell the damp earth. My toes tingle.
Looking back at my house in the distance, I can see that the light is on in my warm kitchen.
Mom is probably at the sink as supper is being prepared.
What will it be? A roast perhaps, gravy…and mashed potatoes. There’s always potatoes.
I feel warm inside.
My family will be there when I get back. Mom, dad ,grandma, my older sister, and 3 younger brothers.
The house will be warm and safe.
But for now, I’m out in all this space by myself , yet somehow, I don’t feel alone.
I couldn’t be with all this beauty. So much to investigate…rocks, leaves, mud.
I have no schedule. I don’t care about the time.
I just have to wait for the streetlight to come on, and then I’ll go home to eat supper.
I’ll be fed and have a warm bath.
I’ll sit by grandma on the couch watching tv and lean on her warm, smooth arm. I may even fall asleep there.
Someone will pick me up and put me to bed. Is it dad? Is it Mom? I don’t care.
I’ll be tucked in and have my doll with me.
Someone will kiss me and turn off the light.
Then I’ll be in total darkness, but I won’t feel afraid.
I’m free, I’m loved and I am safe. That’s all that matters.
Yes, take me back!
I’d give anything to go back in time and be a child all over again.
Just to experience the freedom from worry again . The way we were excited in the little things.
To watch the world go by….
I thought it would last forever.