by Marcia Brown *Paper read at the meeting of the American Library Association, Philadelphia, July 5, 1955. An artist cannot help feeling deeply honored to receive an award bearing the name of Randolph Caldecott, one of the happiest spirits in children’s books. Prizes and awards seem to be gifts from the gods, unless they are […]
by Alice Dalgliesh The three little Brown girls, Helen, Janet and Marcia, lived for several years in a parsonage in Cooperstown, New York. It was a delightful place to spend one’s childhood, for there was Otsego Lake with woodland paths to be explored and, best of all, Natty Bumppo’s cave. The girls had a good […]
To Bertha E. Miller, for some time “Early one morning in the spring”, with very much appreciation. Marcia Brown Dear Mrs. Miller I want to tell you how much I enjoyed meeting you and how much it meant to me to hear your speech recalling Elizabeth Miller, Mukeiji, and the others, whom I had known […]
This is a lesson in overcoming assumptions. The mail I receive from readers trends strongly to the appreciative; it’s rare that anything remotely critical comes in, so I’m sure I’m completely spoiled. When I read this letter from a class near Philadelphia and saw that they were questioning a scene in the background of one […]
I know this is not news, but, boy, there are a lot of New Yorker covers lately that were done by people (men) who are also illustrators. (Because my husband never throws them away, we’ve got a lot lying around.) Here’s an array.
I have come to believe that the books that influence us most are the ones we read at the impressionable ages of eight to twelve, the time when readers are most open to imagination and possibilities. It’s the time, too, when our worldview is being formed, not only by experience but also by our readings. […]
What’s it like to be a children’s author? An author with your name on a book. Sometimes people ask me this. I never know what to say. I don’t blog, I rarely tweet, but I do like to make comics. So, maybe it’s time I spilled the beans — my beans. Other authors may have […]