My intended blog post, #Will Evil Ever be Eradicated from the Earth? is below, but first this:
When I was a kid, I
rode a school bus—as many of you have. We lived near the top of a long sweeping
hill, and I was the first kid on the bus each school day. The driver lived
further up the hill, and each night he parked the bus at his house. In the
mornings, it was easy, he just picked up the kids on the hill and drove us into town, to school.
My kids say I have no
inkling of time, and I guess I didn’t in those days as well, for often, I was
running down our steps as the bus was coming to a screeching halt outside our
gate. The driver took to honking for me. The trouble was he laid on the horn
for about a block before arriving at our house, and he honked whether I was
running or waiting. (We did have an elderly couple living across the street, who were former owners of our property. They were hard of hearing, and never complained.)
After six kids were onboard the bus, the driver pulled into a neighbor’s drive, parked on his steep driveway, set the emergency brake, and with an “I’ll only be a minute,” jumped out of the bus.
A moment later, I felt a slight shutter as the bus gave a groan. I knew the brakes were about to fail.
Well, the driver heard it too. He flew into the bus, and caught the controls before the bus, with six kids on board, began to roll.
My story set the stage for this children’s book: The Incredible Yellow School Bus. It became a fantasy, of course.
I wrote the story when my second daughter was in the first grade. The protagonist/narrator was 11 years old.
The story sat in an old file. Although my daughter kept telling me to publish it. I didn’t think I could.
Fast-forward 20 years, I wrote the sequel, A Journey Into Inner Earth, set four years later. The protagonist was then 15-years-old.
You know the old movie where a fellow waves his hand over the signature line of a check? He just couldn’t get himself to sign it. That was me in pushing the publish button on these books.
And then, miracle of miracles, on my birthday a week ago my internal voice, you know the one who likes to whisper? This time it screamed at me: “PUBLISH THOSE BOOKS, STUPID!”
My ears are still ringing.
I’M DOING IT. (But don’t call yourself stupid—yourself is listening.)
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Both books available within a couple of days on Amazon.com
Now for the blog post I intended to use before getting carried away.
Have you heard about #The Paper Clip Project?
I had forgotten about it until a night ago when I heard Dr. Harley Rotbart, a pediatrician, being asked this question:
“Will evil ever be eradicated from the earth?”
He thought for a moment, started to say no, then stopped himself. “It will come from the young people,” he said. Then he proceeded to tell the story of the paper clips.
It happened in 1998 in a little town of 2,000 in Whitewell, Tennessee. The town was very homogeneous, all white. Most were protestants, not even a minority or Catholic. The first class consisted of 16 students and was taught by Sandra Roberts, a language arts teacher. When she informed the students that the Nazis had murdered six million Jews. The students were quiet and then began to ask questions about how many is six million. Finally, one of the students suggested that maybe they should collect six million of “something.” The doctor said that the paper clip idea came from a man who wore one in his lapel to commemorate a Holocaust victim. Therefore, they chose paper clips.
Family and friends contributed. Even with a lot of help, they only had 160,000 paper clips by the end of the year, and the students were discouraged. Unknown to everyone at Whitwell, help was on the way.
Two German White House newspaper correspondents, the Schroeders, learned about the Whitwell student project from the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum website. The couple wrote letters and printed them in German newspapers, asking for paper clips and for letters explaining why people wanted to support the project. Within three weeks, the Whitwell students had received 2,000 letters and 46,000 paper clips.
The students wrote celebrities, and soon their 6 million goal seemed within reach. They asked the Schroeders what they should do if people kept sending paper clips to the school after they reached the 6 million. The Schroeders reminded them that historians believed at least eleven 11 million Jewish and non-Jewish victims were murdered by the Nazis and their collaborators during the Holocaust. So, the new goal for the Whitwell, Tennessee students became 11 million paper clips.
Thinking they needed a home for all those paper clips, the Schroeders figured they would find an old rail car such as was used in WWII—the sort that had transported the Holocaust victims. They contacted many people in Germany, but no one knew of a World War II vintage railcar that was available.
A few months later, the Schroeders flew to Germany and drove over 2000 miles through the countryside, looking in old rail yards. Finally, a friend told them to talk to the Director of the Railroad Museum in Ganzlin, Germany. So they did.
The museum had one rail car, built in 1917, Number 011-993, just like hundreds of railroad car pictures from the Nazi Era. The museum director, reluctant to part with the car, finally agreed to sell it to the American school children.
The German Ministry of Defense shipped the authentic rare railroad car to Tennessee, and the railroad absorbed the expense.
The railroad car houses 11 million paper clips.
