Topics for children's picture books - death? by Sandra Horn

First of all, thank you so much Griselda Hamway, for gifting me this date when I'd failed to blog on 20th.

Our very much loved choir leader, Pauline, died recently. She’s had inoperable brain tumours. One afternoon soon after her diagnosis, I shared this poem with her.

 CONSERVATION OF MATTER

I am closer, now, to my after

than I am to my before.

This lively mass of atoms

I now know as ‘me’,

was here at the beginning;

scattered after the Bang,

then gathering, dispersing, re-grouping

times out of mind, shapes out of imagining:

Slime-mould, starlight, dormouse, willow tree,

man, beast, parasite, building block,

blade of grass, hover fly, china clay,

drop in the ocean, grape-pip,

earthworm, raincloud, prickle, soot –

and when I break, dissolve,

when I am no longer me –

the atoms will re-form to be

slime-mould, starlight, dormouse, willow tree?


I wrote it to comfort myself and was so relieved and pleased that it comforted her too – and she asked me to read it at her funeral. It seemed to strike a chord with quite a few people. My first attempt at making sense of death for myself was writing Tattybogle, in which the tired and tattered old scarecrow is blown to pieces in an autumn gale, reduced to a stick which is dormant all winter, and is re-made in spring when the stick puts down roots and grows into a ‘beautiful golden tree’ (as dead-looking hazel and willow branches can). 


 

The thing about it is that is exists on several levels – Ken Brown’s gorgeous illustrations include two mice who live with the scarecrow – one in his hat, the other in his pocket. With very small children, the story can be about finding the mice on every page and following their story. Older children enjoy the ‘blown all to pieces’ part, especially his head flying through the air! Even older children, or adults, understand that it is about death and rebirth, or even resurrection, as one vicar insisted, and it has been used in hospices and in explaining death of a loved one to children. In a way, it’s in the tradition of Badger’s Parting Gifts by Susan Varley but it differs in that it is a more oblique take on the topic. It can be a very simple story about mice, a story about the seasons, or an approach to the topic of death.

Children’s authors often tackle difficult topics by using animals as people-substitutes – as in Badger’s Parting Gifts.  


There’s another rather old story, When the Porcupine Moved In by Cora Annett, in which a rabbit’s life is turned upside-down by an unwelcome, grumpy, demanding guest. It’s fun. I’ve also used it to teach about chronic pain; it’s such a brilliant analogy!  


  

 Shadowhog is about being afraid (as I was as a child) of creepy shadows, or it’s just about little hedgehogs. 


 
 In Goose Anna, Anna is cruelly deformed by a malignant spell but when Jack falls in love with her he doesn’t even notice, he only notices her kind and loving nature. 


It’s just a folksy/fairy story on one level, and something more on another. Tippy the penguin is really a three-year-old toddler having a roaring tantrum about nothing much, as they do, and continuing with it until something distracts him – or it’s just a story about a naughty penguin who learns to surf.

What this is all leading up to is a comment on picture books, of which there are many now, about being kind, about diversity, about bullying, the environment, climate change, you name it, in which the topic is presented head-on, even though the characters are often animals. Good educational stuff, but not always fun or with room for the child readers to make their own age-appropriate construction of the story. They have their place, of course, but a little sprinkling of mystery, magic and/or silliness wouldn’t go amiss.

I’m not even sure I’m entitled to comment/trumpet blow like this any more, as it’s a good long while since my last picture book came out, but here it is. Maybe I’ll shut up now…

Comments

Umberto Tosi said…
Your moving post hits home in that a dozen years ago one of my daughters guided her children through the tragic death of their father from a sudden illness while he travelled abroad. He was only 34 at the time. She could have used the books you mentioned in her sensitive task. Good luck with your latest.
Griselda Heppel said…
So sorry to hear about your choir leader. You wrote a beautiful poem about the natural order of death and I like the way you treat the same idea in Tattybogle - that life goes on and nature renews itself and we shouldn't be afraid.

And you hit the nail on the head in your second to last paragraph. Its fascinating how we've gone back 150 years to the solemn puritanical mode of writing for children in the Victorian era, with stories blazing How To Be Good with great righteousness rather than subtle imagination. What child wants to read a story telling him/her to Be Kind? You might as well give them Mrs Do As You Want To Be Done By from the Water Babies and be done with it. Whereas Goose Anna gives the same message but revealed through the story, not trumpeted in words. Whatever happened to Show, don't Tell?

Delighted for you to post today, by the way. Tomorrow is my scheduled day.
Sandra Horn said…
Thank you, Umberto and Griselda, for your kind words - and, Griselda, I'm sp glad to know I'm not the only one...
Peter Leyland said…
So sorry to read this Sandra. I have recently joined a choir and our leader is superb. Her teaching has given me a new lease of life so I know what you and others in the group will now be missing. It is a good thing that you have been able to write a poetic tribute.

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