{"id":3469,"date":"2014-07-28T00:01:03","date_gmt":"2014-07-28T06:01:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=3469"},"modified":"2014-07-28T07:46:08","modified_gmt":"2014-07-28T13:46:08","slug":"hey-my-blog-said-it-forgives-me-and-im-back-injust-in-time-for-a-week-long-blog-break-though","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=3469","title":{"rendered":"Hey, my blog said it forgives me, and I&#8217;m back in<br>(just in time for a week-long blog break, though) &#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/Pages from Loretta Mason Potts 47small.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;&#8216;Children, stand up.&#8217; Mother smiled. They pushed their chairs back and stood up.<br \/>&#8216;This is your sister. &#8230; Loretta Mason Potts &#8230; but it&#8217;s not Potts any more.<br \/>She has come to live with us&#8212;at last.'&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\nGranted, I&#8217;m not so sure what I <em>did<\/em> to my blog, but it&#8217;d had enough of my nonsense and packed its bags last week and went to some remote island resort &#8212; and without leaving me the keys. As I noted in yesterday&#8217;s quickie post (it <em>had<\/em> to be brief, lest the blog kick me out again), I just couldn&#8217;t get in to edit a post without the blog hanging on me and kicking me out repeatedly, but my smart tech-support husband managed to figure it out. At least we think &#8230; we <em>hope<\/em> that it&#8217;s finally fixed. <\/p>\n<p>BUT &#8230; I had planned on announcing a week-long blog break anyway (for other reasons), which I&#8217;m still going to do. I can leave you with this art below, though. It&#8217;s what I had intended on posting last Friday. A couple weeks back, I wrote about The New York Review Children\u2019s Collection&#8217;s reissue of Mary Chase\u2019s children\u2019s novel <em>Loretta Mason Potts<\/em> (pictured above), originally published in 1958 and illustrated by Harold Berson. So, I have some art from that book today. Bonus: The folks over at the New York Review also sent some art from some of their other reissues, which makes me very happy. (This means there&#8217;s art below from the likes of <strong><font size=3>Lillian Hoban<\/strong><\/font>, <strong><font size=3>Marc Simont<\/strong><\/font>, and <strong><font size=3>William P\u00e8ne du Bois<\/strong><\/font>, to name a few. I embiggened their names here, just &#8217;cause I like seeing their art and get excited.)<\/p>\n<p>Also: Over at <em>Kirkus<\/em> on Friday, I wrote about <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=2432\">Ben Hatke&#8217;s<\/a><\/strong> newest project, a picture book called <em>Julia&#8217;s House for Lost Creatures<\/em>. That link is <strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.kirkusreviews.com\/features\/julia-has-things-under-control\/\">here<\/a><\/strong>. <\/p>\n<p>Next week I&#8217;ll have some art from Ben Hatke, as well as some from Bob Graham, since <strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.kirkusreviews.com\/features\/big-wonders-wrapped-small-things\/\">I chatted with him<\/a><\/strong> last Thursday. <\/p>\n<p>Enjoy the art below &#8230; And I will be back here at 7-Imp in about a week. <\/p>\n<p><!--more--><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<center><strong><font size=4>Art from Mary Chase&#8217;s <em>Loretta Mason Potts<\/em> (1958), illustrated by Harold Berson<\/font><\/strong><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/Pages from Loretta Mason Potts Text 85small.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;The Countess threw back her head and laughed a silvery, tinkling laugh. &#8216;How very amusing!&#8217; She waved her little fan. &#8216;How utterly, utterly refreshing!&#8217; And all of them laughed gaily again as Loretta grinned and kicked her feet back and forth.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/Pages from Loretta Mason Potts 109small.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;He got up and followed her into her room, watched her walk into the closet and push against the wall. There was the tunnel!&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/Pages from Loretta Mason Potts 211small.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;There it lay. A dollhouse of a mansion with the broad stone steps no bigger than the width of his hand. Why, he could step over and kick it with his foot<br \/>and it would tumble down.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/lmpottscover.jpg\" border=1><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<center><strong><font size=4>Art from Ruth Krauss&#8217; <em>The Backward Day<\/em> (1950), illustrated by Marc Simont<\/font><\/strong><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/backward daysmall.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;He put on his shoes. Over his shoes, he put on his socks.<br \/>Then he turned his head backward as far as he could, to see over his shoulder,<br \/>and he walked backward out of his room and backward down the stairs.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/backward day-2small.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;&#8216;Time to go to bed,&#8217; he said and got up from the table.<br \/>He turned his head backward as far as he could, to see over his shoulder,<br \/>and walked backward out the breakfast room.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/backwardday.JPG\"><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<center><strong><font size=4>Art from Barbara Sleigh&#8217;s<br \/><em>The Kingdom of Carbonel<\/em> (1961),<br \/>illustrated by Richard Kennedy<\/font><\/strong><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/kingdome of carbonel-1small.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;The black cat had slipped from her and melted into the other shadows.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/kingdomeofcarbonelcover.JPG\"><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<center><strong><font size=4>Art from Barbara Sleigh&#8217;s <em>Carbonel and Calidor<\/em> (1978), illustrated by Charles Front<\/font><\/strong><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/carbonel and calidorsmall.jpg\"><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/carbonelandcalidorcover.jpg\"><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<center><strong><font size=4>Art from Maria Gripe&#8217;s <em>The Glassblower&#8217;s Children<\/em> (1973), illustrated by Harald Gripe<\/font><\/strong><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/Glassblowers-1small.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;Klas sat still as a mouse in his corner and watched one glistening bubble after another swell up, conjured out of Albert&#8217;s long glassblowing pipe.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/GB-4-40small.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;It is not known how she got hold of him&#8212;whether she caught him herself,<br \/>for instance&#8212;but she&#8217;d always had him, and he was a very remarkable creature.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/thegbch.jpg\"><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<center><strong><font size=4>Art from Esther Averill&#8217;s <em>Jenny and the Cat Club<\/em><br \/>(very first published in 1944)<\/font><\/strong><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/jennyandthecatclub-1small.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;By evening the garden was entirely white. Jenny stole outdoors and hunted in the drifts. She found snowflakes shaped like flowers<br \/>and stars and spiderwebs&#8212;but no skates.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/jennyandthecatclub-2small.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;How proud she was to teach them how to dance the sailor&#8217;s hornpipe!&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/jennycover.jpg\"><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<center><strong><font size=4>Art from Rumer Godden&#8217;s <em>The Mousewife<\/em> (1967), illustrated by William P\u00e8ne du Bois<\/font><\/strong><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/mousewife-1small.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;&#8230;[I]n winter they were bare until the snow came and they were white with snow.<br \/>The mousewife saw all these through the windowpane,<br \/>but she did not know what they were.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/mousewife-2small.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;The dove kept his wings folded. The mousewife thought him large and strange and ugly with the speckles on his breast and his fine down.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/mousewife-3large.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/mousewife-3small.jpg\" border=1><\/a><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;He told her these things as a dove would see them, as it flew, and the mousewife, who was used to creeping, felt her head growing as dizzy as if she were spinning on her tail, but all she said was, &#8216;Tell me more.'&#8221;<\/em><br \/>(Click to enlarge illustration and see in more detail)<\/center><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/mousewifecover.JPG\"><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<center><strong><font size=4>Art from Russell Hoban&#8217;s <em>The Sorely Trying Day<\/em> (1964), illustrated by Lillian Hoban<\/font><\/strong><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/sorely trying day-1small.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;Mother was saying, &#8216;Stop that!&#8217;<br \/>But the children would not stop.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/sorely trying day-2small.jpg\"><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;&#8216;Dora did not tell you everything. I did not strike her until she sat heavily on the ship model I was building. When I complained about that, she pulled my hair.'&#8221;<\/em><\/center><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/sorelytryingdaycover.JPG\"><br \/>\n<BR>&nbsp;<BR><br \/>\n<center>* * * * * * *<\/center><\/p>\n<p><em>All art is posted by permission of The New York Review Children\u2019s Collection.<\/em> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;&#8216;Children, stand up.&#8217; Mother smiled. They pushed their chairs back and stood up.&#8216;This is your sister. &#8230; Loretta Mason Potts &#8230; but it&#8217;s not Potts any more.She has come to live with us&#8212;at last.&#8217;&#8221; &nbsp; Granted, I&#8217;m not so sure what I did to my blog, but it&#8217;d had enough of my nonsense and packed [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3469","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-intermediate","category-picture-books"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3469","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3469"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3469\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3469"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3469"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3469"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}