The Curious Origins of Tweedledum and Tweedledee

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Originally posted on Interesting Literature:

Interesting facts about the surprising history of Tweedledum and Tweedledee

Who is being described? Born in the north-west of England near Manchester, he was a literary man who was also noted in his day for his interest in science and mathematics. In terms of physical appearance, he was known for being particularly tall, considerably taller than average. He gave us Tweedledum and Tweedledee, pioneered a system of code-writing, wrote one of his most famous works for a young girl, and appears to have had an interest in the occult.

The above may sound like a description of Charles Dodgson, better known as Lewis Carroll, but in fact

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Happy International Children’s Book Week!!!

A Happy Children’s Book Week to all!

It's International Children's Book Week . . Let's all celebrate!!!  Image courtesy of google images & allourchildren.org.

It’s International Children’s Book Week . . Let’s all celebrate!!!
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Are you rereading any of your childhood favorites this week, or reading something wondrous with your kids?

"The Velveteen Rabbit," by Margery Williams (1922).  I can't say enough about this book, it simply touched my heart, touched it deeply.  Image courtesy of google images.

“The Velveteen Rabbit,” by Margery Williams (1922).
I can’t say enough about this book, it simply touched my heart, touched it deeply.
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Here’s a small snippet of some of my favorite childhood books, in no particular order. How about yours?

Mister Dog
The Velveteen Rabbit
A Wrinkle in Time
Where The Red Fern Grows
The Giving Tree
Island of The Blue Dolphins
The Chronicles of Narnia
And of course, many of Roald Dahl’s books such as Boy, Esio Trot, The BFG, The Giraffe & The Pelly & Me, The Witches, and Matilda.

Now it’s YOUR turn to share! :)

Remember pop-up books? All books spring to life!  Image courtesy of google images.

Remember pop-up books? All books spring to life!
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Celebrating what lifts our imagination and our hearts, year after year.  Image courtesy of google images.

Celebrating what lifts our imagination and our hearts, year after year.
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Reasons I Wouldn’t Name My Child Molly

DISCLAIMER: 

No offense to any persons named Molly, or if you have a relative/animal/friend named Molly. I’m sure it’s a lovely name!

But here’s why I’d likely refrain from naming my child Molly: 

1. The way I have to stretch my mouth real wide vertically (like a muppet) to say the name Molly. 

2. Molly is also the name of a discotheque pharmacutical. 

3. That it rhymes with folly is actually NOT a reason not to. 

4. Molly Ringwald’s role in Not Another Teen Movie.  

Love Must Win

I can hear the distant cries

of my baby girl as she enters this world

Ten fingers, ten toes, her cheeks a fresh, radiant rose

My heart swells with a love I’ve never felt before,

as my wife cradles her, eyes aglow, gazing upon our little miracle,

we are all reborn with unconditional love, we are a family.

How could the haters, the judgers, the naysayers, see this blessing as a sin?

Above all else, Love Must Win. 

The years have passed,

with love, with grace, we’ve overcome all the odds

the one battle we couldn’t win in the end was dastardly cancer

You’ve been there by my side, along every step, as I’ve withered away

Making me feel at home in your arms, warm and safe and loved,

Until I was taken to the hospital on my very last day

With tears in your eyes, you tell the nurse that you’re here to see me, to say our goodbyes

“Relation?”, she asks, a wisp of cold lingering in the air . .

You tell her how I’m your life partner, together a golden 50 years.

“I’m sorry, but my hands are tied. If you’re not married or immediate family, you’re not allowed inside.”

My room is only a stone’s throw from the nurses’ station, I overhear the entire conversation.

“Not immediate family? We’ve raised three children together, we’ve shared a home for over 50 years, a home where our grandchildren have spent Christmases and birthdays, and we’ve piggybacked them around the yard after weekend suppers . . ”

Laying on my tiny hospital bed, alone in the room, I could hear my beloved sobbing, out in the hallway,     and I wished on the stars above that she could see how her words have brought me comfort and smiles in these last moments; though it pains my heart that she’ll never know . .

The nurse doesn’t know what to say, and as she offers you a tissue, she says what she’s been required to,

“Again, I’m so sorry, but in the eyes of the law, you are not considered family. There’s really nothing that I can do, I can’t break with protocol, I must follow the rules. Why don’t you have a seat over there in the waiting room, it’s down the hall to the left. And you can keep that box of tissues, I wish I could do more to help.”

Oh God, my love, is this how our life together ends? Unable to speak our hearts, to embrace one last time.

If only I had the chance, hand in hand, I would try to tell you all that you’ve meant to me . . you are the love of my life, my best friend in the world; and screw what the law says, you are and always will be, my wife.

I call out to you, my darling, my love, but my voice is too weak . .

As you’re banished to the waiting room . . so close, yet so far, my final words a whisper,

Love Can’t Wait, Love Must Win. 

#LoveMustWin  Image courtesy of google images

#LoveMustWin
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A beautiful rendition of Live’s They Stood Up For Love

Hillary knows that it's time for Love to Win! #LoveMustWin Image courtesy of google images

Hillary knows that it’s time for Love to Win! #LoveMustWin Image courtesy of google images

The Haberdashery of Mister Chitterly-Witters

Mister Chitterly-Witters was the proprietor of the haberdashery over on North Main Street. In true fashion of the medieval trinket shoppes of yore, he sold a little bit of this, and a little bit of that, with boatloads of everything in between!

And what fine goods they were! They had ascots and bow-ties of the highest quality silks- produced from a long line of Emperor worms in China. The shelves were lined with French cologne, and mustache combs; fiddles and faddles, kaleidoscopes, and ping-pong paddles. Why, you could find a pot of gold from the Isle of Leprechaun, complete with a map to your very own rainbow!

With a collection like this, you could probably surmise that Mister Chitterly-Witters was a very eccentric man, with impeccable taste.

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Copyright © Lisa Ellen Goodman, 2015, All Rights Reserved

Crickets?

It’s been a bit since I’ve posted on here.

Writer’s block has crept up on me since my dad’s passing last month.

This WP space has been so quiet, you might have heard the crickets chirping upon your visit.

Am I back from hiatus? Possibly.

It feels good to be writing these words, and that’s good enough for me.

Here are 3 one-liners I came up with yesterday, they just kinda popped into existence.

And the quote below, I simply adore.

Every flower, unique in its beauty, is meant to soar like the Blue jay. 

Once bitten by the love bug, its delirious poison courses through our veins until the very end of existence. 

I’ve never understood the concept of boredom- curiosity has always been the breadth of my lungs. 

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