11th Dimension Press is hard at work editing, laying out, and otherwise preparing Rita Smith’s next book, a collection of the articles she wrote for her community newspaper tentatively titled Rita Writes.
Rita’s second title from 11DP will not only feature a collection of her wonderful anecdotes, it will also feature illustrations by Lauren Murphy-Larsen.
INTRODUCING LAUREN MURPHY-LARSEN
Based out of Southern Ontario, Canada, Lauren is a newcomer to the illustration business. She is a self-taught artist and excited about the opportunity to work with Rita. Employing a caricature style, Lauren has been working hard to capture the quirkiness and eccentricities of Rita’s characters while preserving all the love and affection with which Rita writes about them. We here at 11DP are very eager to see the final product come together!
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In the mean time here is…
A SNEAK PEAK AT RITA SMITH’S NEW COLLECTION ILLUSTRATED BY LAUREN MURPHY-LARSEN
I CAN’T CONCEIVE OF LIFE WITHOUT GRANDCHILDREN
A recent judge’s ruling stated a child’s best interests were not at risk when she and her mother relocated, although the grandparents would not have access to her. I wonder if the judge is a grandparent, had grandparents or ever was a parent. Anyone experiencing the special bond between grandparents and grandchildren, knows that the ruling would be detrimental to both the child and the grandparents. Yes, there are often special circumstances but as far as I could determine, this was not the case. Instead, it was another child caught in the middle of a divorce. I do not wish to deliberate the judge’s action but merely want to tell my story of the bond my grandchildren and I share. I cannot conceive of ever being denied access to them.
In my opinion, grandchildren are our reward for surviving their parents. What innocence, honesty and unconditional love grandchildren have; well, there are some conditions such as candies, cookies and other treats being in stock at Nana’s.
Children really do say the darnedest things. On a rerun of Art Linkletter’s old show, Art asked a little boy if he knew how to make wishes come true, “Yes” he replied, “I just tell my grandma.”
During a long car ride, while discussing a friend’s problems, our grandchildren wanted to know everything. Finally, their frustrated mother said “never mind, it’s a long story” and without a blink, Emily said “well this is a long trip.”
Emily was so attached to us that she called us mommy and daddy and her parents aunt and uncle. We loved it. Her parents got a chuckle too but one day her sister pointed to their parents and said “that’s your mom and dad” to which Emily replied “well, I changed my mind.”
Once, during a family dinner, we told them that we gave their parents (our children) $100.00 each year if they didn’t smoke. We said we would do the same for them. They thought it started right away but we told them it was after age 16. One granddaughter thought about that for a while then said “well since you probably won’t be here, could we have the money now?” She really didn’t’t realize the implication of that.
When I complain that I am fat or old, Keisha immediately disagrees. I love it! I love it! One day while thumbing through a Victoria’s Secret catalogue (my daughter’s – not mine), I pointed out what could only be called a string bikini. Jokingly, I asked how she thought I would look in it. Without hesitation she told me I would look beautiful. She thought for a moment and added, “Papa would like you in it.” I said I would look more like an overstuffed laundry bag tied with string but she said “it would be a nice bag.” You gotta love ‘em.
Andrea who loves to draw, gave me a hand painted eggshell which I treasure more than I would any Faberge egg. Keisha’s handmade spotted plaster tiger has pride of place in my house and means more to me than any Royal Doulton ever would. My frig is covered with paintings all lovingly done which no Monet or Renoir could ever replace.
Every summer we go to the Port Dalhousie Carousel. The grandchildren think we are millionaires because at 5 cents a ride, we let them stay on for as long as they want although we get dizzy watching and waving as they go round and round and round. We picnic with (Nana’s treats) at Happy Rolph’s where they feed the animals. We loved the Port Weller sandpile but sadly it is gone. Even we were young again as we climbed to the top and rolled down to the bottom with them. They love trips in the back of Papa’s old pick up truck. I pass on that one because they like rough rides and I don’t. However, they pick me up on the way to the ice cream shop.
They dress up in my clothes and shoes, bang on the piano, put on Las Vegas type shows while we enthusiastically applaud them (which only encourages them). We don’t mind. We know they will be going home VERY soon and in two minutes we will have tidied up and have peace and quiet again.
I count myself blessed to have grandchildren and I cherish every minute we spend together. All too soon they grow up and have places to go and things to do. However, I know the times we share and the memories we build will live with them forever. How do I know that? because my grandmother left me with wonderful memories.