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Mrs. Figs’ “Storytime” is Magical

by Woody

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“Storytime With Mrs. Figs”

Offers Magical Healing

It is said that reading aloud to young children fosters a love for books and literature that lasts a lifetime. Connie Halpern, however, pays lip service to this noble notion.

Literally.

Four weeks past, in an effort to make these shelter-in-place days and nights a little less confining for children, Connie started a not-for-profit channel on YouTube.com entitled “Storytime with Mrs. Figs.” She believes even coronavirus cannot quarantine a child’s imagination.

You may well recognize Connie’s pseudonym because for the past decade, before recently selling her independent bookstore, Connie was the effervescent shopkeeper of “Mrs. Figs Bookworm” in Camarillo.

“I believe strongly in the healing qualities of stories,” Connie says in explanation of why she created “Storytime.”

Down the road, again literally, Connie plans to travel by motor home and read to children all across America. For now, she is spreading the healing qualities of stories online.

Connie Halpern, aka the marvelous “Mrs. Figs.”

To date, Mrs. Figs has posted eight fireside Storytimes, including: “The Day the Crayons Quit” by Drew Daywalt and its bestselling sequel, “The Day the Crayons Came Home”; “Wild About Books” by Judy Sierra; “After the Fall” by Dan Santat; and “All in a Day” by Cynthia Rylant. More stories promise to be added as she receives copyright permission from publishers and authors.

Previously, the favorite fireplace I had ever seen was in Mark Twain’s home in Hartford, Conn., in his library to be specific.

Making it special is the elaborately carved oak mantelpiece that came from Ayton Castle in Scotland. Displayed upon it, from left to right, are a painted round vase; large seashell; marble figure of a woman; tall blue vase; silver serving platter; framed painting of a woman wearing a red winter coat and black hat; bronze tile of Twain’s profile; matching tall blue vase; white pottery water jar; small blue vase; a typing paper-sized painting of a cat’s face surround by ruffles; and a tiny bronze harp figurine.

I detail the items because each evening the master storywriter became an oral storyteller by making up a new tale for his young daughters in which he incorporated the entire ensemble, always beginning with the “Cat in a Ruff” painting. To imagine Twain performing one of his off-the-cuff stories is to imagine magic.

Connie’s “Storytime” is surely similar magic brought to life. She even reads while sitting beside an elegant fireplace, flames flickering as warmly as her voice, the handsome wooden mantle filled fully from left to right with books. It is my new favorite fireplace.

To say Mrs. Figs reads aloud is not quite accurate. Rather, she performs, the words seemingly memorized as she displays the illustrations to the listener/viewer. Additionally, she offers introductory thoughts about each book and other wisdoms.

“The only thing that you absolutely have to know,” Albert Einstein said, “is the location of the library.” During stay-and-shelter with children, knowing the location of “Storytime With Mrs. Figs” on YouTube is an absolute must.

Reading a book has been called a time machine. Mrs. Figs further proves that for adults, listening to a children’s book can magically transport us back to kindergarten naptime or even younger while being tucked into bed as our mother read us to sleep.

“Now you get to close your eyes,” Connie even coos after finishing one performance.

“It is my prayer that stories will be one small way that we can ‘stay-connected-while-sheltered’ during ‘stay-and-shelter,’ ” Connie allows, her words echoing the spiritual origins of Mrs. FIGs: Faith In God.

“Until next time, much love to you,” Connie signs off each episode. All that is missing is a kiss on the forehead.

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Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @woodywoodburn. His books are available at www.WoodyWoodburn.com.

Check out my memoir WOODEN & ME: Life Lessons from My Two-Decade Friendship with the Legendary Coach and Humanitarian to Help “Make Each Day Your Masterpiece” and my essay collection “Strawberries in Wintertime: Essays on Life, Love, and Laughter” …

 

Column: 1 Sour Tale, 2 Sweet Ones

by Woody

Sour Story And 2 Sweet Tales

 

            Three small boys. Crayons, a toy truck, ice cream. A good-morning hug, a morning smile, tears.

 

            First the ice cream and tears.

 

            Dan Pearce’s “Single Dad Laughing” blog is so hugely popular his most recent post has received 10,730 comments – about 10,730 of them angry.BadDad

 

            Not at Pearce, but at what he witnessed in a Costco and wrote about in an essay that is no laughing matter. Headlined “You Just Broke Your Child. Congratulations” the 2,000-word piece begins: “Dads. Stop breaking your children. Please.”

 

Pearce continues: “As Noah and I stood in line to make a return, I watched as a little boy (he couldn’t have been older than six) looked up at his dad and asked very timidly if they could buy some ice cream when they were done. The father glared him down, and through clenched teeth, growled at the boy to ‘leave him alone and be quiet.’ The boy quickly cowered to the wall where he stood motionless and hurt for some time.

 

“The line slowly progressed and the child eventually shuffled back to his father as he quietly hummed a childish tune, seemingly having forgotten the anger his father had just shown. The father again turned and scolded the boy for making too much noise. The boy again shrunk back and cowered against the wall, wilted.

 

“I was agitated. I was confused. How could this man not see what a beautiful spirit stood in his shadow? How could this man be so quick to stub out all happiness in his own boy? How could this man not cherish the only time he’ll ever have to be everything to this boy? To be the person that matters most to this boy?

 

“We were three from the front now, and the boy started to come towards his dad yet again. His dad immediately stepped out of the line, jammed his fingers into his son’s collarbones until he winced in pain, and threatened him: ‘If you so much as make a sound or come off of that wall again, I promise you’re going to get it when we get home.’

 

“The boy again cowered against the wall. This time, he didn’t move. He didn’t make a sound. His beautiful face pointed down, locked to the floor and expressionless. He had been broken.”

 

Pearce goes on to powerfully, and poetically, describe at length what a “gift” it is to be a dad and concludes: “Dads. Every child has the innate right to ask for ice cream without being belittled and broken. . . . Every child deserves a superhero dad.”

 

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Manuel Sanchez is a superhero to someone else’s child.

 

Sanchez drives a sanitation truck in Ojai and his route takes him past 5-year-old Daniel Mulligan’s home. Daniel is autistic and loves garbage trucks. Every Monday morning he waits out front to wave at Sanchez and excitedly watch as the truck’s mechanical claw reaches out to nosily grab and empty the trash cans.

 

Last Monday, Sanchez did more than wave back and smile – he parked and gave Daniel a new toy garbage truck. Daniel’s mother captured the magical moment on video. Titled simply “The Gift” it has gone viral on Facebook and YouTube.

Enjoying a laugh, and a hug, with my Little Guy now grown up.

Enjoying a laugh, and a hug, with my Little Guy now grown up.

 

You cannot watch “The Gift” without smiling – and also sadly wishing the boy in Costco had a dad like Sanchez.

 

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Or like Drew Daywalt.

 

I met Daywalt a few weeks past at Mrs. Fig’s Bookworm in Camarillo when he was signing “The Day The Crayons Quit” which is No. 1 on The New York Times Best Seller List for Children’s Picture Books. As fellow dads and writers, and native Ohioans, we hit it off like old friends.

 

            The day I read Single Dad Laughing’s heartbreaking essay, Drew shared this heartwarming post with his Facebook friends:

 

“I hugged Reese when we woke up this morning. And I told him he was beautiful. He said, ‘Boys aren’t beautiful. They’re handsome,’ and I said, ‘I dunno man. . . You are really beautiful in my eyes.’ He hugged me and smiled.”

 

In my book, that’s the picture of a superhero dad.

 

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Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com

Check out his new memoir WOODEN & ME: Life Lessons from My Two-Decade Friendship with the Legendary Coach and Humanitarian to Help “Make Each Day Your Masterpiece”