Love my independent bookshop, ,THE BOX OF DELIGHTS, on Main Street in Wolfville, Nova Scotia
I had three book launches last month and a few bookstore signings; they were lots of fun, and I so appreciate people coming out to show their support when I have a new book (or two this year). As you’ll see in the short video clip, Tom Chapin really made my Lunenburg Launch (hosted by the Lunenburg Library now located in the old Academy) special, and I got to sing along on the line from his tune “Family Tree” that I included in TALKING TO THE MOON – “You’re probably my cousin, and the whole world is our kin.” We started September with Don’s 60th birthday party/house concert. And that about sums up my summer!
Von Coates family; Shannon, Peter, Jan, Rachel, Liam & Don (Charlie is missing from the picture)
having fun at a book signing at Chapters with illustrator Marijke SimonsShannon’s friend, Finn, was surprised to find himself in my new picture book!Tom Chapin, American singer/songwriter who provided the soundtrack to my kids’s growing-up years) came and sang his song which I used in TALKING TO THE MOON – he’s awesome!With Susan Rank of Red Deer Press/Fitzhenry & Whiteside, Tom, and Michael Higgins of Lunenburg Bound BooksOwl cookies I made as there’s an owl in the novel – tasty, I must say!Wish I was that entertaining…clearly having fun…and we learned some American Sign Language, thanks to Tom.
40th high school reunion (Truro, Nova Scotia) – over 200 people!
Two new books and three launches in August – too busy! (Tom Chapin (who provided the soundtrack to my kids’ growing-up years and is the late Harry’s brother) is going to sing his song, “Family Tree” (which appears in Talking to the Moon) at one of them!)
Hope you’re all surviving the humidity and enjoying summer!
hometown music teacher surrounded by some of her “OLD” students – thank you, Mrs. Dill!BFFs since 1965 (Brenda)Friends from Willow Street Elementary School – looking good!Shannon’s friend, Finn, looking surprised to find himself in my new book!
I know all the lyrics to several Harry Chapin songs, mainly because they were an important part of my growing-up years, I suppose, that angsty trying-to-figure-yourself-out time. I got to see him in concert in Halifax shortly before he died. Most often I can’t even remember song titles, let alone lyrics – you know what I mean? But his, I remember.
Part of the reason his songs are memorable is because they tell lyrical stories; they have a beginning, middle and end, something all writers value, and he created very real characters, made us care about their lives. I sometimes wish I was musical; it must be so fulfilling to put words to music and be able to sing your stories. I read somewhere that Cat’s in the Cradle, Harry’s 1974 hit, made more fathers feel guilty than any other song – not sure if that’s a good or bad thing, but like so many, I love the song, for its tune and its message.
One of Harry’s brothers, Steve, owns a campground on Nova Scotia’s south shore, and each year for the past 30 he has hosted the Chapin Family Concert. Brother Tom (who does excellent music for kids and their adults – I know a lot of his lyrics from playing his tapes for my kids back in the day) and his now-grown daughters, The Chapin Sisters, various local musicians, and Jen Chapin, Harry’s daughter and New York jazz singer, sing, jam and entertain. I can’t remember when I’ve spent such a pleasant afternoon, singing along with a couple of hundred other people in the middle of a grassy field near the ocean in the sunshine. That’s Jen with one of Harry’s grandsons on the right – I wonder if he has, or ever will have, any idea of the far-reaching effects of his grandfather’s music? And I wonder how many more amazing songs Harry could have given us if he hadn’t died at 39…
It seems like I’ve been here before; I can’t remember when; But I have this funny feeling That we’ll all be together again.
No straight lines make up my life, And all my roads have bends; There’s no clear-cut beginnings; And so far no dead-ends. Harry Chapin, Circle (my favorite lines of his)