Small Packages

little-cardsIn praise of little cards and half-sized envelopes, of compact illustrations and cute designs, the ultimate small packages of Christmas cheer!

Most of our cards and letters come in standard sized envelopes, but mailing the miniature is not a new concept. Sometimes very tiny envelopes were used a century or more ago, perhaps the better to quickly hide in one’s hand away from prying eyes.

But whether your mail overflows the box or tucks into a very tiny corner of it, here’s hoping there’s lots of it.

My Yuletide Return

I’m baaaack! (Which you may have noticed with my kick-off post a couple of days ago). Yes, come the Christmas season and my concomitant yearning for a mailbox full of Christmas cards, I return to my blog, which celebrates all things sent, received, wrapped and anticipated.

With Christmas, our memories and boxes of old decorations feel renewed rather than recycled. And while we may never again be as wide-eyed as those first holidays of our childhood, the magic remains, waiting to be found and shared and, yes, MAILED.

So with a couple of photos from my own daughter’s first Christmas, welcome to the seasonal renewal of Post Whistle.

Ghost of Publishers Past

Just as cards saved through the years recall friends and family of holidays past, so, too, does this cute greeting remind me of the publisher who brought out my first book: Tricycle Press.

That picture book was Why Explore? and Tricycle released it 12 years ago.

Since then, I have discovered that no subsequent book, no matter how well received or even how well written, feels the same as holding Book # 1 in your hands for the very first time. The sensation of being a “published” author is sweet indeed after years of rejection letters.

Tricycle Press went on to publish two more of my picture books before a large publisher acquired its parent company, Ten Speed. That publishing house already had several children’s imprints so they discontinued publishing books under the Tricycle banner and disbanded the imprint’s staff.

It was sad to see them go, but I had a happy ending with my editor from Tricycle, Abigail Samoun. She moved on to cofound Red Fox Literary and took me on as a client, so we still work together.

But I will always remember fondly Tricycle Press where it all began with my first book in 2005. 

 

The Pen Holder’s Tale

My friend India gave me this jar 20 years ago. She knew that I liked willow ware, which its pseudo Chinese landscape is reminiscent of; plus, it did not sell at our yard sale.

It looks old, but not valuable, so I’ve always used it as a pen holder on my desk, on hand for taking notes, writing in my journal, and far too infrequently, penning a letter.

When India first gave me the jar, I checked the bottom for markings. None. It looked worn so I figured it was at least 50 years old or more, but I thought nothing more about its origins until I saw this picture:

They’re not twins, but those jars definitely look like siblings or close cousins of mine. The chipped pair in the photo are among the 13,000 Victorian jam jars and pickle pots unearthed in an archaeological dig at the site of a new London rail station.

Crosse and Blackwell once operated a food manufacturing factory on the site, chucking left over or broken pots into a cistern from the 1870s until 1921. The blue and white jars were designed to hold preserved ginger, so I believe my pot once held the same.

I’ll never know how and when it crossed the Atlantic to America and traveled overland to California, but whenever I look at my pen holder now, I will think of London housewives, Crosse and Blackwell and a long ago jar of preserved ginger.

Those Plucky Posties

This female postal delivery person is walking her route in the war torn London of 1940. Notice the bomb-damaged building on the left and what looks like a pile of rubble, or perhaps gravel for fixing the road, on the right. A wheel barrow is propped neatly against the wall in the background.

Beginning September 7, 1940, London was bombed during 56 of the next 57 days and nights, a rain of fire known as the Blitz. With a stiff upper lip, the British populace carried on, remarking on the bombardment as one would on the weather, saying whether or not a day was “very blitzy.”

While the post office did not welcome many women employees prior to World War II, the loss of male staffers to the armed forces opened many positions to women.

The advent of WWII also caused the U.S. Post Service to adjust its thinking about women delivering the mail. In 1944, Jeannette Lee became Chicago’s first female letter carrier, leading to today’s post office where women comprise 40% of the work force.

Packages from Publishers

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I’ve never had a disappointing package from a publisher. (Disappointing rejection letters, yes, but no one has ever sent me a rejection package.) Even when I’ve seen all of the illustrations in advance for a picture book, and even if I’ve seen a previous version of the book itself, it’s always exciting to peel open an envelope and pull out an advance copy.

In this case, my package contained the new board book version of Old Manhattan Has Some Farms from Charlesbridge, slated for release in spring. It feels great to have a new (old) book hitting the shelves again.

To Your Perfect Porridge!

Isn’t this New Year’s card from illustrator Terry Lim Diefenbach lovely? I look at what she can create with layers of paper and am embarrassed to admit that I can’t even cut wrapping paper without a leaving a jagged edge.

And how about her wizardry in transforming the shadow of the house and chimney into the outline of a Christmas tree?

Even without Terry’s artistry, I can join her in the wish that each of us, indeed, receives just the right porridge this year, whatever that porridge may be.