Tag Archive for James Preller Wantagh

Halloween, 1950s Style

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I love this photo of my two oldest brothers, Neal and Billy, and sister Barbara, in the early 1950s. This is Adelphi Road in Wantagh, Long Island. It’s where the Prellers lived. 

Though four more of us came along later — I was last, born a decade later, in 1961 — I can still remember those cheap, plastic Halloween masks. That was it as far as our costumes went; that, and a pillow case to carry the loot. Later, as we got cool in our pre-teens, we usually dressed as “Hobos.” Every year. 

Those masks were stuffy and claustrophobic, and we’d constantly flip them up on top of our heads so we could breathe. At night, all the Preller kids were dump out our candy and wheel and deal. The trading of candy may have been the best part. 

“I’ll give you three Smarties for one Reese’s peanut butter cup!”

“Who like coconut? Anybody want my Almond Joys?”

I think that’s still my general disposition. Simple is best. I don’t like when things all get all fraught and overcomplicated. This is true of everything — proms and weddings and birthdays — not only Halloween. 

Busy weekend coming up: On Saturday, I’ll be at the Marlboro Children’s Book Festival; and Sunday, at 11:00, you can find me at the Open Door Bookstore in Schenectady. I’ll be signing Halloween-themed books!

Next week, I have a book due, the third in my upcoming “Survival Code” series. But we can talk about that on another day.

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A Quick Stop at My Childhood, Hometown Library in Wantagh

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While in the area to visit a couple of local schools — Mandalay and Wantagh Elementary — I stopped off at the town library to give them a few spare titles for the collection. The director actually knew my books but didn’t realize I grew up there. We had a nice conversation.

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I took a quick snap of a seating area that I remembered across all these years . . . 

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. . . and that I had reimagined for a scene from Bee the Change. Illustration by the wonderful & ridiculously talented Stephen Gilpin. When I present before young readers, we often talk about where ideas come from, and valuing the core experiences of our lives. Our families and pets, our town and community. This is a small example of that, I suppose. 

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Here’s the book cover, the third in my “Big Idea Gang” series. Books that are about young people who work together to make their world a better place. In this case, installing a bee-friendly garden at their school.

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Old Photo, 1965, the Author as a Young Lad

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I love this old photo of me and my sister Barbara — 1965, I am told — in front of the old station wagon that used to take us all on long summer vacations to Vermont & elsewhere. My father would spend the morning artlessly tying down luggage on the roof, good enough to get the job done, my mother stressed and making sandwiches for the road, anxious about forgotten toothbrushes & wayward children, seven kids climbing in, vying for the good spots. My parents smoking Camels or Chesterfields the whole ride out: 5 hours, 6 hours. It felt like 40 days in Noah’s Ark. But gaze for a moment at four-year-old Jimmy. I look like the future of America right there, standing on the green grass of the suburban dream, 1720 Adelphi Road, Wantagh, New York, bold & innocent in yet another ill-fitting jacket. Whatever happened to that kid?

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FAN MAIL WEDNESDAY #230: On School Uniforms & Other Items

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Hey, look here, a bunch of letters from Alabama! Let me reach my hand into the big barrel and pull out a sample.

It’s from Patrick:

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I replied (because I usually do!):

 

Dear Patrick,

Thank you for your letter. Writing can be lonely work. For example, right this minute I am alone in a room in an empty house, plucking away at the computer keyboard. Just me, by my lonesome, trying to write.

Letters like yours make me smile, and make me feel connected to my readers. I write a book . . . and somebody out there . . . a boy named Patrick . . . reads it. The job wouldn’t be nearly as fun without you. So, again, truly and sincerely: thank you.

I suppose, yes, that Jigsaw is a little like me. We are both the youngest in large families (I am the youngest of seven), and we share the same sense of humor. I was never a detective, however; though I did love to spy on my brothers and sisters. I was sneaky.

You are lucky about the uniforms. I wore a uniform in Catholic school when I was a kid. Purple polka-dotted pants, striped shirt, red suspenders and a big yellow bow tie.

No, just kidding. Green pants, white shirt, green tie. Day after day, week after week, year after year. Sigh.

I just wrote a new “Jigsaw Jones” titled The Case from Outer Space. It will be out in the Spring of 2017. I hope you check it out –- there’s some really funny parts. And since you mentioned ghosts, you might enjoy my “Scary Tales” books. They aren’t hard to read, but they will make your heart go thump, thump, thump.

Stay cool and have a great summer!

That's me, top row, fifth from the left. Big class, huh?

That’s me, top row, fifth from the left. Big class, huh?

Your friend,

James Preller

 

Photo Me: Age 13

Today is my sister Jean’s birthday. Fifty-four years on this earth. So I dug out this old photo from a family trip, D.C. I think, perhaps Virginia. I seem to recall us heading down there to visit my brother John. Of the seven children, Jean was #6 and I was #7, so toward the end, as the elders fled, it was us.

I’d bet that I’m 13 in this shot, making this 1974, guessing.

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Don’t you love my retro kicks?

If you are like me, you can’t get enough of shots from this period, Nixon to Ford to Carter.

The glorious ’70s. The story of innocence lost.