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Dorylyn

me too, nina, me too.

sandra

Another piece of my past and heart gone to the wind...

At the core of our essence is that which lives today and lived when we were children and will continue to live on...

The ornaments(our gifts) to the world are on the surface finite things that continue to live on in our spirit...

permanency and impermanent a continuum...

Jamie V in MT

yes. my sentiments exactly! I went to get our family copy to read again. And now I'm going out to buy 4 copies - one for each of my kids. Jamie V in MT

carol

what a wonderful tribute Nina......his work will live on forever......such gifts he left behind....

Tina in McLeansville

i do close my eyes at night and dream of things i want to hear, places i want to be...its the "inner happy" that is then tapped and allowed to flow...the part that knows it's ok to laugh out loud, to caress a flower or whisper to a leaf...somehow he managed to tap that. i have shared it with my children, my students...and now my grandchildren....the joy of actually living life. xo

Kathryn Stripling Byer

Nina, the Little Bear books were our favorites. And I particularly love the image of the mother holding the birthday cake behind Little Bear, who thinks she has forgotten his birthday. "I haven't forgotten your birthday, Little Bear, and I never will." I still get teary over that.
Magical work, all of it.

Molly Vollmer

A touching tribute to a writer who didn't forget what it was to be a child. And, yes, you are sensitive, but it's that quality that gives such meaning to your art and your own writing.

Mary

Oh yes, such very sad news. The Fresh Air interviews were wonderful, weren't they? You could feel the emotion over the radio waves- that last interview made me weep. A beautiful soul- thanks for your graceful comments.
Mary

Katherine Langford

My son told me the news and yes, he was feeling such sadness, but then, as wise ones do. . . looked up at me and said, "I hope he died in gladness knowing how many hearts he touched." Maurice Sendak was the exact age of my mother and that hit me hard, yet it is a number and no measurement of the largesse of heart. I know that his partner passed two years ago and I wondered if that saddened him with the aloneness, but I also reminded myself that Maurice Sendak was a strong and sometimes plain-speaking individual filled with his own pepper and salt. Go forth good soul and always remember to eat in the Night Kitchen filled with sacred milk of human kindness. Thanks Nina for the lovely reminder of Maurice Sendak's magic.

herhimnbryn

Your words are a wonderful and touching tribute to him. Tears are good sometimes, they help. Now make yourself a pot of tea, sit at your little blue table, hold your tea cup and smile too. xo

karen connelly

I heard that interview on NPR and felt blue too. I've also wondered - would it be better not to be so sensitive. It brings to mind one of your old posts that struck a note with me. Someone commented to you about your reaction to something you found on the beach. You saw so much beauty in it but it escaped them and thought your reaction odd. I know for sure that it is better to feel the pain and see the beauty than go through life oblivious to it all - good and bad.

Judy H.

Amen.

bridget

thanks. I feel the same.

J a n e W y n n

(*It was the first time being 5 minutes late to my class because I was in my car-listening to it and sobbing...)

I know...I know it too well.

I loved how he spoke of his trees. I looked out today into my yard as my cats played under their branches and thought about the trees...these trees...my trees, my friends.

Yes-I think there have been many in the past few days who have cried too. How fortunate of him to have been able to touch so many.

Thank you for posting...always
xox

hol

A truly heartfelt tribute Nina, Thank you! I was one, of many of us perhaps, who held his 'little books' in my hands when I was a tad older than one might think they would be appreciated. To fall in love with Maurice Sendak once, is to fall in love with him forever.... Safe passage Maurice Sendak, you will live with us forever, I am so grateful to have had your talent in my world.

kim

Ah yes... I heard the Fresh Air podcast and I, too, was very moved. What a fantastic champion for children. I laughed so hard when he told the story of the little boy whose father pushed him up to the author's table to get his book signed and the little boy yelled out, "don't you crap up my book!" Such compassion and love that man had.

sally

And so it shall be. Amen.

susan

Such lovely words to honor a wonderful man. He will be missed by me, as well.

xo dusan

  Michele

How lovingly you expressed my feelings about Mr. Sendak, Nina. I, too, feel his loss deeply. I do so hope he is off having a wonderful, LOUD wild rumpus of his own.

Jillayne

I remember getting my first library card - I was young, maybe four, and the first book I took out was about a Griffin. I loved that book and every time I went to the library I knew exactly where to find it; sometimes I would look at it there and bring another one home, but more often than not I would choose the Griffin book to take out. Sometimes it wasn't there and I would be sad, eventually it wasn't there at all, ever. The name of the book had never been important to me; I knew where it lived and I knew what it looked like - how the pictures drew me into the story and how the story made me happy and sad all at the same time. I was heartbroken when it disappeared from the library shelves for good and every time I tried to describe it to the librarian, or in later years, to a book seller, they always suggested it was "Where the Wild Things Are". I knew they were wrong but finally quit asking.
In stepped Google and I started searching for children's stories about Griffins. One title came up over and over again - I ordered it from the local book shop and when that book was placed in my hands I knew it was mine.
It is The Griffin and the Minor Canon and was illustrated by Maurice Sendak. He made the story come alive for me and filled my head with the model for my own imaginary world - when I read a fairy tale, in my mind, it always looks like a world of his design.
He was a great gift to children, and to me.

Farmlady

A sweet tribute to a gifted, imaginative writer and illustrator.
He will be missed.

missy bendiksen

he was such a kind gentle man....brave enough to come out and say he was gay.
he gave so much to the world.
too bad he didn't live long enough to equal marriage rights for all americans.
he deserved that.

cynthia regan

Beautifully said, dear Nina. Such an amazing man, so forthright and yet so sensitive to chidren's feelings..such an artist with pictures and words. Thank you for giving us all a outlet to express our grief at losing this delicate link to our children's childhood.
Cynthia

Katherine Langford

Oh, this is so beautiful too -- had to share with all, dear Nina! Kate DiCamillo's words are so beautiful and yes, she also loved Little Bear!
Enjoy!
http://www.cnn.com/2012/05/09/living/dicamillo-on-sendak/index.html?hpt=hp_bn10

Mary

In May I think it truly best
to be a robin lightly dressed
concocting soup inside my nest
Mix it once, mix it twice,
mix that Chicken soup with rice.

He was a treasure.

Brent Harpur

thanks, very touching tribute to a great man!!

Lori Anderson

His art is truly amazing. I was so sad when I saw the news while I was at the doctor's office -- made a bad trip worse.

Erin Nelson

well said-a lovely tribute to a very special individual :)

Mystic blue creations

What a beautiful tribute. His words and art will live on in my pre-school classroom for a long while.

iHanna

Beautiful tribute, heartfelt and strong. Thank you for sharing your heart with us! I too, love his books.

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