A Time to Keep
Here is something I wrote a few years ago for Cay Gibson wonderful book Literature Alive.
“A Time To Keep” With Tasha Tudor
“A Time To Keep” – isn’t that what we try to give our children? Memories to tuck into their hearts, memories which will hopefully comfort them in times of hardship, and bestow on them a sense of continuity, order, and purpose. Tasha Tudor’s books have been a source of inspiration for me to create a small haven for my children in a troubled world. Reading her books never fails to give me peace and serenity. It is that peace that I try to offer to my children; a peace that rests in simplicity and candor.I became acquainted with Tasha Tudor more than twenty years ago, after I moved to the USA from Canada. From the very beginning I felt an affinity with Tasha’s world: a world where little children can be found frolicking among God’s bounty, engaged in all manners of playful activities, while picturesquely clad in the clothes of yesteryear. Looking at her picture books gently reminds me that children’s playthings can and perhaps should be as simple as the wooden blocks used to create cities of ages past, chairs to ride into imaginary countries, or baskets to sail into uncharted worlds (along with a few well loved teddies for good company!)
With a stack of books illustrated by Tasha Tudor one could have an almost endless supply of inspiration on a vast number of subjects ranging from homemaking skills such as cooking, sewing, crafts, and animal husbandry, to more academic pursuits in poetry, great literature, nature studies, art, and writing. As for the youngest scholars, one couldn’t ask for a more delightful way to learn the alphabet, counting, and learning the names of the months through the seasons then by sitting on the lap of a caring adult with one of Tasha’s lovely books. For example, you could read Tasha’s counting book “One is One” with your little one and then go for a nature walk and gather a basket full of seeds, flowers, pine straw, and other small odds from nature’s bounty. Upon your return why not sit down and make your own counting book with your findings? The writing of little rhymes for each page, no matter how odd they seem to you, should enchant your child all the more. Cover each page with contact paper and you will not have to fret about his grubby little fingers leafing through it. Of course you do not have to stop with “One is One”; any of Tasha’s books, with their intricate borders, will lend themselves to a myriad of counting experiences.
My own children have always found comfort and joy in seeing the seasons pass in Tasha’s family. Sort of a promise that their own days of feasts and celebrations aren’t gone forever but are to return yet again, like a book read over and over to delight them. And isn’t it reassuring, when you are but a teeny weeny lad, to know that your birthday will come right after that big meal of turkey and cranberries, otherwise known as Thanksgiving dinner? Inspired by the book “Around the Year” why not take some pictures of him thoughout the year and slide them into one of those lovely photo albums? Then write a small verse to describe what each month brings to your family. You could even add some small pressed flowers, herbs, or grass from each month along with a caption. If you can, look at the title page of “Around the Year” and notice the lettering — maybe your child can draw little birds and mice running around his letters like Tasha did. Or maybe you could just try to name each kind of bird portrayed in the twelve circles surrounding the title page. Did you notice how they follow the year, starting with an owl for December?
Throughout the years we immersed ourselves in her books, each brimming with ideas to brighten up our days. Like Tasha’s own children, my little ones once discovered a wee catalog in their small mailbox sitting outside their room. In the catalog they found an array of teatime fare, from miniature cookies to juice, to be ordered for their enjoyment. They could pay for these with buttons provided previously by their thoughtful mother. They could also order invitations (as well as those indispensable stamps) to mail to their favorite bear or doll. In February these same mailboxes were laden with homemade valentines for everyone, including the growing plush family.

These minute valentines were truly special; dotted with lacy bits of dollies, special stickers and sparkling with effervescent glitter, and carefully tucked into diminutive envelopes.

In May we secretly delivered little baskets of wildflowers to the neighbor’s door. How it thrilled the children to see the sweet old lady looking about, searching in vain for the kind souls she could thank for this unexpected surprise! Back home they danced, barefoot around the colorful Maypole, weaving in and out with glee in the clean spring air. Teatime that day brought a cake festooned with a miniature pole, and bright ribbons. Thus if I happened to read “A Child Garden of Verses” at bedtime that night, and came upon these words, “The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings”, I should think they would all have agreed.As Tasha’s holiday book says it so well, “Take Joy”. Her title was taken from a letter written by Fra Giovanni, in 1513. This is one of my oldest daughter Sara’s favorite poems. She and I found a profound wisdom in these words, a wisdom that Tasha can so insightfully convey through her illustrations.

So join me and Take Joy in the little things. Bake Tasha’s Christmas cake as we have done for so many years, and enjoy it for many a teatime. Learn to see with her eyes the smallest of God’s creatures. Wouldn’t it be charming to be able to pen in your nature journal as delightful a description as this one?“Deer-footed mice make wonderful pets. They’re so beguiling, with their large eyes, tiny feet, lovely tickly whiskers, and that funny shaped bottom. They stalk a bug like a cat, crawling along on their bellies. And when they stop to preen themselves, they take their tails in both hands and run their little fingers up and down to straighten the fur.”No wonder her illustrations are so lifelike; “- and to see we have only to look. I beseech you to look.” As Fra Giovanni does, she beckons to us to quiet down our worries and find the serenity at hand, only waiting to be discovered.“ Have you ever noticed a gosling’s face? The little buttonhole stitch around the eyes, and the way their down goes just so. Oh, they’re exquisite! And their little dark beaks, and the tiny little scales on their perfectly formed feet. I think they’re the most enchanting of all the young- other than goat kids and small corgis. … Don’t you love the noise they make, that funny little whistling trill when they’re content, sort of reedy twitter? Oh, it’s very soothing.”As goat owners ourselves, I do have to agree that (with the exception of our own rosy-cheeked, toddling babes), there are few things more adorable than kid goats, with their soft eyes, and big floppy ears.
We cannot boast like Tasha that gardening and goats have freed us from headaches, but they have offered plenty of opportunities for hard work, and discipline. But again Tasha taught us to find beauty even in the most tedious chores. Any winter morning, a little after seven, our Lydia can be seen at dawn clad in her velvet hooded cloak, coming out of the small barn with a pail of milk and little goats leaping about. Wearing jumpers with thick sweaters, tights, pantaloons, and woolen socks she goes about her chores, and somehow, when you’re dressed like this, it becomes almost like a game of make believe; she is now Heidi, or any of these long-ago book characters. And her chores are transformed into play. She feels lovely and is surrounded with loveliness. Of course there are times when a goat, or worse yet, a tenderly nurtured baby kid dies — then she cries real tears, but soon wipes them up, and writes everything down in detail in her goat diary. Why not put a touch of beauty in everything you do? Tasha can show you how.
As we circle the year with Tasha, we’ve added our own celebrations. The children become the little shepherds at Fatima, they burn St Joan of Arc “behind” the bonfire (this can look quite convincing) and our own little Dominique receives the rosary from Mary. These joyful plays are always followed by what Tasha refers as “elevenish”, although ours are more often held at three in the afternoon. Sweet Dominique has been seen asleep at the tea table, all decked in his Dominican habit, with his head resting on his folded arms. Tasha has written many books and illustrated even more, and it is a blessing to find many of them in libraries. We have been able to purchase many of her books while still in print. We even had the utmost pleasure of meeting her in 1989, when she kindly autographed many of our books. The memory of this diminutive, quaint lady, with a charming
New England accent, and a twinkle of mischievousness in her voice and eyes, will always stay with us.Tasha has helped me find beauty, peace, and joy in what rests in my hands. Whatever you do, be it growing a few flowers, sketching a little bird, cooking a few cookies, setting a simple tea table, reading a poem, dancing barefooted in the dew, lighting a bonfire, or breathing the cool evening air under a starlit sky, savor each moment and give it wholeheartedly to your children to hold in their heart forever, “a time to keep”.
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I found your blogs from my daughters blogs as recommended to visit…which I did just a few days ago and love everything you write, bake, celebrate the Catholic feasts throughout the year…making your lovely family of 11 children as familiar with their Faith as they are of other things in life. This is so important in our moral meltdown world. Father used this term in a sermon a few weeks ago and it truly pictures our world today.
I would love to be adopted by your family as you seem to be so caring, loving, wholesome, and truly love and serve our Dear Lord and His Blessed Mother.
I see you reversed the move I made oh so many years ago now. I moved with my Canadian husband to the West Coast of Canada from the Southern State of Virginia. I am a mother of five, grandmother of 20 and great-(takes a long time to become great) grandmother of 8 and I just heard last week there is another gift from heaven coming before Christmas and will be the first for one of our grandsons in Florida.
Your love flows into all that you do and the Valentine cake makes my mouth water.
I cannot tell you how impressed I am with the book you did on Tasha Tudor. I love living back in time when life had a slower timeclock and one could just sit a spell on the frontporch swing.
May God bless you and Mary love you.
Viva Christo Rey!
Comment by Sylvia Faye — May 23, 2008 #