Books
Rodney Robbins and the Rainy-day Pond
This story came from a real-life happening in the life of my mother's father. There was a big sinkhole in front of my grandparents' little white house ("with the perfect picket fence") that filled with water during rainstorms. My grandfather and the neighbors tried various ways to get the city (Waltham, Massachusetts) to fix the pond--all to no avail. Then grandpa got his big idea. I won't give the rest away, but I will say that my Grandpa Hamilton was usually a mild-mannered person who didn't like to make any waves. . . .
Here's a photo of my grandpa and me reading. The two of us with a book seems appropriate, doesn't it?
Mumsi Meets a Lion
So far the books I've written including the ones not published (yet!) have been based on things that have really happened . . . to other people.
I got the idea for Mumsi Meets a Lion from a Kenyan friend of mine named Sawaya. He is a Samburu (a tribal name) who grew up in the area that I describe in the story, a mountainous region of northern Kenya. He mentioned to me, quite matter-of-factly--as if talking about crossing the street--that every young child in his village learned what to do if he ever came face to face with a lion. My curiosity was peaked, and I asked the obvious question to which he replied, "You don't do anything." In fact, the phrase that Mumsi hears over and over and repeats to himself, "Don't move, don't breathe, and whatever you do, don't run" is almost verbatim what Sawaya told me. I asked him if he'd ever been that close to a lion himself, whereupon he told me about the time that his father had experienced a stand-off with a simba much like Mumsi's encounter. Of course, I embellished the whole experience with more animals, sights, and sounds--but the core story is from real life, only it happened to an adult, not a child like Mumsi. Sawaya also told me many things about Samburu life in Kenya (which incidentally varies greatly depending on the part of the country), and many of the details of the story are things that he relayed to me: the toothbrush sticks (mswaki), the games the children played, the mud-mixing, the berries in the woods, the single strand of green beads on the young boys, and so on. I also did a lot of research on my own--about the climate, the topography, the people, and plant and animal life. For example, when I included the part about the joka, I looked for not just any snake but one that was quite dangerous, native to northern Kenya, a forest floor-dweller, and nocturnal. (The snake in the story is a puff adder.) I wanted the story and the illustrations to be accurate but not unimaginative, and Kimberly (Batti, the illustrator) did a great job capturing the flavor of the people, the place, and the storyline. When I sign this book, I usually write "Proverbs 1:8" below my signature. That verse from the Bible says, "Hear my son, your father's instruction and do not forsake your mother's teaching." I have children myself, and I want them and my readers to learn the same lesson that Mumsi learned: Listen to wise advice. Then do the right thing even when it's the hard thing. Now you can listen to Mumsi Meets a Lion read by the author. (That's me!)