J’ville Monday Club
Books Most Highly Treasured Nov 97 M. Burrus Bday?
Have never thought of myself as a writer, rather a teacher who writes. IC… night before graduation.. first real prayer… wrote a play. Potato lady.
Glenda… Thought you had to be really smart to write a book. Chillocothe.. Roger Ebert Book signings…. --Barnes & Noble.. forgot we were coming… biggest crowd ever
WLDS… VAAchel with a V, Bob Crowe and Ken Bradbury Charlie Menice…. Ray Bradbury
R’ville (unnamed show) .. Omitted the last scene.. intro-ed author.. Mike Post stood up.
Quandry… often invited to see a production of my show.. seldom like it. What do you say? Black urban school… Toad in the Hole.. Tode in da Hoe
New book dedicated to Dr. Charles Frank… Read a selection?
Sermon Diary Story
Judging speech contests when they find out I’m there.. Crowd outside door. Out fire escape. Two boys at urinal.
I enjoy writing more than anything.. My fantasy.. Small stone cabin in Wales. Electricity. A dog (I’ve never had one).. a computer. Two miles to town over by way of a meadow.
--------My fifth-grade teacher: (first story...get a job where you don’t write. --------I wrote anyway....I wrote about things like monsters and dragons, and space ships....Then I started writing about the people I grew up with Grandpa...2 fingers cut off 2 donkeys...1 bucked Aunt Lizzie into a tank of water Grandma...cutting chickens head off...backed her into a bush Sheep dragged me through the manure My dad...a clown..goes to parades...magic button...pants down
Famous man, Tony Compello, said, “Five years from now you’ll all be pretty much the way you are now except for two things: The people you’ve met and the books you’ve read.”
The Boy with the Firefly Eyes
To the boy with the firefly eyes we said, “Boy.. with the firefly eyes. You shore can, yes you shore can catch them fireflies whether on or off those lights would go that boy would catch them high or low to the ground don’t you know that boy was fast!” Now fire----flies… the strange little things, Don’t come out in the day But they come out at that peculiar time When the light’s just fadin’ away
And you won’t find that firefly bug in a mug or a rug or your grandpa’s jug or anywhere else it seems. And you gotta grab fast or the light won’t last and the firefly’ll get away clean.
Oh, none could match his speed, he grace, and the way he caught those things. And in the firefly catchers organization he was the absolute King. But like all boys about his age, he soon grew up it seems, and now he writes about fireflies and other silly things.