My Mother Wants to Meet You

#kidlitwomen want change. We want equity, recognition, and as we move forward to achieving our goals, we also want an acknowledgement of the forces that have been standing in our way. So all this month, my colleagues have been posting important and timely messages, making sure that the issues that face women, and in particular, those in children’s books, are in focus every day this month, which is Women’s History Month.


 I wish I did not have this story to offer, I am a little embarrassed about how I behaved. I promise you I know better now. Of course, that wisdom came with age, and it is age that is at the heart of this cautionary tale.

The conference was held in Racine, Wisconsin. At the very last minute, most likely after someone more illustrious canceled, I was invited to be the guest illustrator. I was thrilled anyway. Lois Lowry was speaking as well, and at that time I was, heck I still am, a great fan of her work. What’s more, it was a chance to get away, mingle with colleagues on a weekend.  Back then, life was a frenzy of balancing work with caring for my three daughters, the youngest just 18 months.

I pulled together some work, and some non-studio, non-mom clothes. That was the easy part. Leaving home in those days, meant lots of other prep, too. There were scheduling negotiations with my husband whose work demands included a great deal of travel, grocery shopping, preparing meals, catching up on laundry, and writing those crucial informational notes to sitters, neighbors, and friends about emergencies arrangements.  Finally, tearful goodbyes, and I was off.

In the taxi to the airport, I sat back and took a welcomed breath.  For the moment, no one needed me. I felt lighter and looked forward to looking at portfolios and being asked my opinion about work, not snacks.

I wasn’t at the conference long, probably still at the meet and greet, when a woman my age approached me. “My mother wants to meet you,” she said.

I paused. I hope you will understand why, as often over the years I have  reviewed that pause, and long ago, forgiven myself. I wanted that conference to be for the worldly me, the artist. My mother. Mom. Motherhood.  Those words, for that moment, dragged me back to mothering. The carriage had turned to a pumpkin, and the ball was over.

Or so I had envisioned. And how very wrong, how very mistaken I was.

Mother turned out to be the gracious, hilarious, lovely, and occasionally wickedly funny, Florence Parry Hiede. She was the author of TREEHORN, one of my favorite books. At that time, we shared an editor, Susan Pearson, who told Florence I was going to be in Racine, not far from where she lived.

“I had to meet you,” she told me. And I will be forever grateful that she did.

For the next almost two decades, we were pen pals. Letters from Kenosha were always on Florence's signature blue stationary decorated with a border of simple figure drawings --in red. She always used words like happy or joyous, and never forgot to ask about my kids. Usually, she tucked poem inside. Once she wrote a birthday poem for one of daughters. She celebrated my successes and was sympathetic to my disappointments. Her presence in my life cheered me on, as writer and as a mother. We both hoped we would meet again. But we never did.

In THE SHRINKING OF TREEHORN, Florence wrote about a child who is shrinking.

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 “I am sitting up,” said Treehorn. “This is as far up as I come. I think I must be shrinking or something.”

“Nobody shrinks,” said Treehorn's father.

I tell you this story about meeting Florence Parry Hiede, even leaving in my pause, my initial reluctance to meet her, because I know how like Treehorn, we women can shrink. How others can do the shrinking for us. I know how we can let our weight, age, education, or even a bad haircut, ect. keep us small.  So here’s to moving past all that towards a wisdom and greatness that sometimes comes in lumpy gray packages. It’s okay if you pause before going there. I understand. I did too. But make sure you go.


Studio Scrawls with help from Ruth and Maurice

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"It's root in the moodle of my head head head ..." From A SPECIAL HOUSE by Ruth Krauss and illustrated by Maurice Sendak. 




Blog Tour: Courage and Defiance: Stories of Spies, Saboteurs, and Survivors in World War II Denmark

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Courage & Defiance: Stories of Spies, Saboteurs,

and Survivors in World War II Denmark  by Deborah Hopkinson

In her latest middle-grade nonfiction title, Courage & Defiance: Stories of Spies, Saboteurs, and Survivors in World War II Denmark, award-winning author Deborah Hopkinson focuses on resistance activists in Nazi-occupied Denmark. She introduces us to a homegrown group of individuals that heroically fought against their occupiers. These Danish resistance operatives were audacious, honorable, resourceful, focused, loyal, and both fearless and terrified. In time, they became, as the book’s subtitle reveals, spies, saboteurs, and survivors. The story of how they persevered against all odds is inspirational.  

            One, Thomas Sneum, snooped out Germany’s secret new weapon, Freya Radar, an early warning system capable of tracking and spotting hostile ships and planes before they were able to strike. Sneum knew he had to warn the British and soon he was a spy.  An amateur spy, at first. With a pal from his Danish Air Force days, he flew over enemy territory west to England in an ancient, damaged plane held together with hope, faith, and bravado. They carried extra fuel along with critical photos and film detailing how the Freya Radar operated. Film that Sneum shot at great personal risk.  In a feat that involved superb balance, precision, and unprecedented courage on the wing of their shaky Hornet Moth, they refueled over the North Sea. Failure was not an option. The information they carried saved countless civilian and military lives.

            Another courageous fighter, Niels Skov, was twenty-one years old when the occupation began. Not long after, while riding around Copenhagen on his bicycle, he searched for his own private way to combat the Germans. He found it with a screwdriver carved by his grandfather and a match. He punctured the fuel tank of a German vehicle with the screwdriver. Drop by drop, gas leaked out. Into the puddle of that leaked fuel, he dropped a lit match. This bold act turned Niels into a saboteur.

            And then there were survivors like Herbert Pundik and his family. They survived because the Danes were unwilling collaborators for the Nazi’s death machine. Three and a half years into their occupation, a secret disclosure of Germany’s impending order to round up Danish Jews for deportation turned Denmark overnight into a nation of rescuers. Almost all Danish Jews, around 7,220 of them, were whisked to freedom in Sweden. Those who did not make it out in time, approximately 474 Jews, were not forgotten.

            The Danes maintained a vigilant watch over their captured and deported. Humanitarian efforts by a collection of Danish and Swedish aid agencies, including the Danish Red Cross, successfully interceded to keep the Danish Jews together as families and in one camp, Theresienstadt, making it easier to assist them in the future.  Later on these agencies, as well as individual Danes, sent the prisoners packages with food, clothing, and specially produced multivitamins developed to help the starving maintain their strength. These actions helped the Danish Jews survive and hold hope that “at home they were thinking of us and working for us.” What’s more, in an act of compassion that sent shivers up my spine, on April 15, 1945, almost a month before the German surrender, white buses bearing the Swedish Flag and the Red Cross insignia drove through Theresienstadt’s gates, liberating the Danish survivors and taking them home.

            In occupied Denmark, during the darkest days of World War II, without a government-in-exile to coordinate and direct a resistance movement, a remarkable civilian corps of Danish spies, saboteurs, and survivors fought valiantly against Nazi Germany’s overwhelming military might and their terrifying social policies. And, it is in the telling of their stories, that Deborah Hopkinson helps us understand the war they fought, with courage and defiance, to restore freedom, justice, and civility to their homeland.

Courage and Defiance: Stories of Spies, Saboteurs and Survivors in World War II Denmark will make an excellent addition to any library or personal collection.  Highly Recommended.

This review was based on an uncorrected ARC provided by the author.


Pulling together a book of this depth and scope required broad and deep research.  Still, Deborah Hopkinson reminds us that Courage and Defiance: Stories of Spies, Saboteurs and Survivors in World War II Denmark is an introduction to even broader areas of study. To continue learning about the Resistance and Denmark during the war years, and many readers will undoubtedly be inspired to do so, there’s rich back matter that includes: a helpful guide to the Danish language with links to sites where you can hear its alphabet and vowels; a short bio on key people in the book with their dates of death and lifetime contributions; a selected chronology of important war-related events; a map of Denmark and surrounding countries; a selected bibliography that includes books of special interest to young readers; a listing of online resources and detailed chapter-by-chapter source notes.

Courage & Defiance: Stories of Spies, Saboteurs and Survivors in World War II Denmark

Publisher: Scholastic Press (August 25, 2015)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 0545592208 [use at beginning]

Deborah Hopkinson  is the author of Titanic, Voices from the Disaster, which has received many awards including the Robert F. Sibert International Book Award Honor and the YALSA nonfiction award. 

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