On this day, in 1922, the American Library Association awarded the first Newbery Medal for Children’s Literature. This prestigious award is named for John Newbery, the 18th-century English bookseller and author who is considered the father of children’s literature.
I love exploring the children’s section in bookstores; I think a treasure trove of poignant literature awaits those who open the slim pages, abundant with wisdom and morals, and humor and sadness.
I still read children’s books, now with a grandchild, I have the best excuse to browse the children’s aisles …(under the guise of buying books for him). Usually I do, but I come home with two copies, one for myself, one for him.
There are several children’s stories awaiting in this writer’s head, future projects that every writer’s mind nurtures on the back burners of creative nerve receptors in the brain.
Reading to your child is the best way to bring those creative nerve receptors to life in their sponge like minds. My grandchild has amassed quite an envious library. Lack of books is something my home or that of my children will never exhibit……more likely, lack of shelves and space. It is the love of literature legacy I have handed down.
Wander through the children’s section of your bookstore……browse among the classics…..from “The Happy Prince”, by Oscar Wilde, to “The Velveteen Rabbit”, by Margery Williams.
More than statues and rabbits come to life in the mind of child or an adult reading a children’s book.
One of my proudest moments was seeing my own book on a bookstore shelf…..