Children Love Books

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These stories were written as assignments for a course in Children’s Literature from the Institute of Children’s Literature, Redding Ridge, Connecticut.

Each story was critiqued by a published author. I wrote them during my mother’s illness and after her death in the time frame 1981- 1984. Since that time, other stories were written and added to the storybook.

My wish to write stories children enjoy so much, they want to read them to their own children. Stories like VELVETEEN RABBIT, GOODNIGHT MOON, BLACK BEAUTY, PETER RABBIT…the list is endless.

Writing stories for children fulfills the longing in my heart for the children I never had. Teaching provided much interaction with youngsters. However, they left me at the end of each day. The children returned home to their own mothers.

GLITZY’S ADVENTURES, a wild rollicking rabbit, has my attention now. We’ll learn more of her excitingly daring life in future episodes.

She could be reading and coloring.

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by JGKipp

Pen Name of Judith Norris





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Temple of the Tall Trees

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New Tap Shoes!

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Gazette News?

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Chirping High, Low. and In-Between!

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As I drove my car out of the garage one morning, in the tree beside the driveway I saw a familiar tabby cat.

“Good morning, Gonzo,” I said aloud.

Gonzo, a cat who belongs to a family down the street, looked at me with sleepy eyes, and turned away.

“He has no interest in me this morning,” I thought.

Usually friendly and affectionate with me, Gonzo must sense I love cats. We have no animals for my husband’s allergic to flea bites. I’m extra happy to find a friendly neighbor’s cat.

Gonzo’s a large cat, mixed up black, brown, gray, and white, known as a tabby. His yellow, lazy looking eyes and large body remind me of Morris the Cat on TV.

The other day, Gonzo squeezed himself into Ginger’s car, sitting on the street in the sun. A window had been left open a few inches. We’ll never know how Gonzo managed to get through that small space. But he did.

All afternoon, Ginger couldn’t find him. He wasn’t in sight anywhere. He didn’t even come for his food. Gonzo disappeared for hours regularly, so she didn’t feel alarmed.

Meanwhile, afternoon turned into evening. Ginger’s husband, John, came home from work, and they had dinner. As they washed the dishes. Ginger glanced out the window. Streetlight and shadows caused her to see a strange movement in her car. She asked John to investigate.

Brave John ventured outside into the chilly night air to discover the truth. Ginger followed, staying close behind. Warmed by sunshine through daylight hours, the car grew chilly once the sun went down. Gonzo also awoke from his long afternoon nap.

“Meow!” Gonzo cried, when John opened the car door.

“He must be hungry” said Ginger. “How did he get in there?

I don’t know,” replied John. “But he couldn’t get back out.”

“Meow!” said Gonzo.

“Hi folks, where’s my food,” he seemed say.

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