Controversial – The Lindbergh Kidnapping and Murder

In my proposal for what would eventually become Case Files: 40 Murders and Mysteries Solved by Science, I envisioned a book where “readers encounter perplexing cases, many solved with clues unmasked by scientists and considered closed, and still others baffling puzzles open to speculation.” To me, it was important to show that science is an ever-evolving field, and that new methods and knowledge can change perspectives and conclusions once considered final.

One of the baffling puzzles that I included was the story of the Lindbergh baby kidnapping and murder. It’s a famous case not just because it involved Charles Lindbergh, prominent aviator and public figure, but also because it was one of those cases that swirled with controversy. Although the crime ended with a conviction, questions still linger decades later about the guilt or innocence of the accused, Bruno Hauptmann, and whether justice was really served.

The Lindbergh story is a short entry, intended to be a sidebar rather than a main story. It can be found in Chapter 4: Resolve.

Wanted poster (Wikipedia)

One of the most sensational crimes of the twentieth century was the 1932 kidnapping and murder of twenty-month-old Charles Lindbergh Jr., son of famed aviator Charles Lindbergh, the first person to fly solo nonstop across the Atlantic Ocean. Snatched from the second story nursery of the Lindbergh’s New Jersey mansion in the dead of night, the baby’s body was found two months later in a shallow grave. This after a ransom for his safe return had been paid with marked bills. Several of the marked bills were eventually found in the possession of Bruno Hauptmann. Hauptmann was arrested, charged and brought to trial.

Ransom note

No identifiable fingerprints, footprints or tire marks had been found at the scene of the crime. Other than the ransom notes and two sections of a crude homemade wooden ladder that the kidnapper had used to climb to the second floor, there was little physical evidence. 

Detectives examine the ladder left at the scene
Charles Lindbergh testifies in court (Wikimedia)

National Forest Service scientist Arthur Koehler was called to examine the ladder.  Koehler was a xylotomist, a scientist who studies growth patterns and cellular structures of wood. Koehler painstakingly took the ladder apart, examined each rung and rail, and was able to determine not only the mill where the wood had been processed and the machine that had planed it, but he was also able to show the jury that boards found in Hauptmann’s attic were from the same batch and bore the same pattern of drilled holes as the ladder. Based largely on Koehler’s testimony, Hauptmann was found guilty. Although he maintained that he was innocent to the very end, Hauptmann was executed on April 3, 1936.

Bruno Hauptmann (Wikipedia)

Since then disturbing questions have been raised about the case. Although few dispute the science behind the conviction, some believe that the investigation was shoddy. Reporters and curious onlookers had swarmed the crime scene, leaving tracks, touching the ladder, and contaminating evidence. Sensing the public mood, the police were all too eager to make an arrest, and Hauptmann, a newcomer to the country, was an easy target. 

To critics of the case, there are simply too many ifs, maybes and could haves to say without a doubt that Hauptmann was guilty. Questions linger and the debate continues. Was Hauptmann really the murderer? Or did an innocent man die in the electric chair? 

Perhaps some day with improved forensic methods, modern science will finally be able to settle the matter.

G is for Generosity – A Story for World Sight Day

Not every book idea appeals to publishers. After S is for Scientists: A Discovery Alphabet, I pitched another alphabet book tentatively titled C is for Courage: A Character Alphabet where each letter stood for a positive characteristic such as responsibility, determination, and of course, courage. Each letter was to be accompanied by a 4 line poem, and then a short story (150 words) about a person or group of people who embodied that quality through their actions and decisions at a time of crisis or need. I liked the concept so I developed a proposal with examples, emailed it to my editor, and waited.

We had a lot of back-and-forth discussion, but unfortunately – as often happens – it wasn’t a proper fit. I received a nice rejection letter, then shelved the idea and went on to develop another proposal. This one landed successfully and turned out to be Surviving the Hindenburg.

As for C is for Courage, not all was a loss. In my preliminary research for the rejected book, I discovered the story of Janis Babson. I had never heard of the courageous girl, or her brave deed, but it seems to me that with World Sight Day, the second Thursday of October, rounding the corner, it is fitting that I should share her short story here, exactly as I wrote it for my proposal.


Janis Babson (Wikipedia)

G is for Generosity

Brave and stubborn,
generous to the end,
Janis’ eyes were a gift
that started a giving trend.

One of the viewers of a 1957 television broadcast about corneal eye transplants was Janis Babson, a 7 year old Canadian girl.  The program described how eyes donated upon death could be used to restore sight for the blind.  Janis was moved by the idea. “Mom, when I die, I want to give my eyes to the eye bank,” she told her mother.

A year later, Janis was diagnosed with leukemia, a type of cancer. Despite treatment, her conditioned worsened.  As the illness advanced, Janis reminded her parents of her request. “I want you to do it,” she told them repeatedly. “Did you make the arrangements?” 

The young girl’s determination won her parents over. Just hours before her death on May 12, 1961, her father signed the necessary consent forms, fulfilling Janis wishes.

The story of Janis’ gift of sight was published in the June 1963 edition of the Reader’s Digest under the title, The Triumph of Janis Babson. Later, it appeared in a best-selling book by author Lawrence Elliot called A Little Girl’s Gift.  Janis’ story circled the globe, inspiring a wave of organ donations and leaving a legacy of generosity that continues to this day.

Janis Babson Daffodils, named for the courageous little girl

For a more detailed story about Janis Babson’s legacy visit Mingu Manubens’s blogsite

No Ordinary Stone

This story intrigued me for a number of reasons. While I was writing Lost Treasures: True Stories of Discovery, it arrived much like treasure sometimes does as an unexpected find, hidden but always there waiting to be found. At the time, the story was new to me. The treasure wasn’t, though. It had been viewed by thousands daily in the The Louvre long before I was born.

The story was just quirky enough to be interesting, just strange enough to engage readers. Or so I hoped.

The Louvre – Image by Cuong DUONG Viet from Pixabay

Two men – one a farmer, the other a French naval officer – found the statue. Now they were locked in a battle for possession. Who would own it and what was its real worth?

Every day thousands of visitors swarm the Louvre, the largest museum in Paris. Many of them come to gaze at a statue of a woman. The statue is in three pieces. Its arms are missing. It is scratched and chipped. It is one of the world’s great treasures.

The statue is famous, yet few know the story of how, had it not been for two men – one a simple farmer, the other a sophisticated French officer – the statue might never have made it to the Louvre. For that story, we need to turn to April 8, 1820 and visit the island of Milos in the Mediterranean to stand in the rubble of an ancient Greek theatre thousands of years old.

The island of Milos (Pixabay)


Yorgos, a farmer, tugged on the stones along the crumbling old wall. Some were loose and just the right size for the structure Yorgos was building at his home a short distance away. Others were too large or irregularly-shaped to be of much use. Yorgos tossed these aside.

In the ruins, smothered with dirt, Yorgos spotted a promising piece. He dug around it, tearing it loose, dragging it into the open to examine it carefully. The piece was larger than he first thought. Oddly shaped, too, and smoothly polished.

A statue. Beautiful, perhaps, but useless to the farmer.


Twenty paces away, 23 year-old Olivier Voutier toiled in the dirt. The French naval officer’s ship was stationed in the harbour, leaving him with little to do. The day was a fine one, though, to indulge in one of his passions – archaeology. Voutier had heard that there were ruins on the island of Milos, and that on this very spot there had once been an ancient Greek theatre. Perhaps, with a bit of digging, he’d fine something special.

Voutier convinced two sailors to accompany him. Armed with picks and shovels, they chipped at the ruins, dismantling walls and foundations, tearing apart the ruins one stone at a time. In short order, they had unearthed a number of valuable items – a carved foot and two broken statues among others.

From the corner of his eye, Voutier spotted another man nearby. A local farmer, it appeared. Like them, the man had been digging, but now he had stopped and was standing motionless, staring at something he had unearthed. Curious, Voutier wandered over.


Yorgos stared at the carved block for some time. It was a delicate piece and even the uneducated farmer could tell that it was beautiful. But it was of no value to him. It was too large, heavy and lopsided. Best he should leave it.

Yorgos shovelled dirt over the stone, then stopped when Voutier came near. Voutier stooped low, momentarily entranced. What was this?  A marble statue?  A piece of one, at least. Lying on its side. Partly buried.

Site of the discovery

Dig some more, Voutier implored. He offered Yorgos money and the farmer readily agreed, dreams of new-found wealth now taking hold. Slowly, with more digging, a statue rose from the dirt. It was the nude upper half of a woman. The statue’s torso was chipped and scraped, its nose broken and arms missing, the carved surface stained from centuries in the dirt.

Even though it was damaged, Voutier sensed that there was something extraordinary about the statue. Its features were delicate and graceful, the lines simple but elegant. Clearly the statue was ancient and the work of a skilled artisan.

But where was the rest of the statue?  There had to be more. A base, at the very least.

Voutier offered the farmer more money. Yorgos dug, flinging dirt and rubble aside with even greater zeal. A second piece emerged, and then with a bit more searching, a third one, smaller than the other two.

The three pieces fit together like a puzzle, and the two men set about reconstructing the statue. They piled up the pieces – a base at the bottom, the delicately carved torso on top, and the third smaller piece in between, acting as a sort of wedge keeping the whole thing balanced. They stepped back to take a look, the simple farmer and the sophisticated naval officer did. The statue was larger than life-size, majestic and breath-taking.

anonymous person making photo in museum
Replica of the statue located on Milos
Photo by Sara del Valle on

The statue rightly belonged to Yorgos. After all, he had been the first to find it. But clearly, Yorgos didn’t want the statue. He wanted money instead, and Voutier knew that for the right price the statue could be bought. He scurried away to find a government official on the island. The statue must be claimed for France, he decided, and only a representative of the French government could do that. Watch the statue, he told Yorgos. I’ll be back.

While Voutier was away, Yorgos dug some more. He found a marble hand holding an apple, a badly mutilated piece of an arm, and two pillars, each with a carved head on top. By the time, Voutier arrived with the government official, Yorgos had reevaluated the treasure. He wanted more for the statue now. Enough, at least, to buy a good donkey.

The French official, a round-shaped man named Louis Brest, hesitated. Should he dish out the money from his own pocket?  Was the statue really worth that much?  What proof did he have that this statue was a masterpiece?  All he had was the word of Voutier, an amateur archaeologist.

Brest refused to close the deal. Not today, he explained. I’ll be back in a few days if I’m interested. Then he left. Discouraged by Brest’s decision, Voutier gave up. He headed back to his ship, determined to forget the whole thing.

But Yorgos didn’t forget. Nor was he discouraged. The statue was worth money, he figured. Even if the French were not interested, others might be. Yorgos lugged the upper half of the statue to a cowshed near his home along with the arm fragments, broken hand, and two pillars. He left the base and middle piece behind.  They were not worth as much, he reasoned, and were not as likely to be stolen.

The top half of the statue sat in the cowshed for days, surrounded by manure and straw, and guarded by Yorgos’ mother who sat at the door. Eventually, Brest returned with other French officers. After much dickering, they submitted to Yorgos’ demands, giving him the money he requested. The complete statue, all three sections and the other pieces found nearby, was carefully crated and shipped to France.

The statue arrived in Paris in February 1821. It was presented to Emperor Louis XVIII who immediately named the statue Venus de Milo. In Greek mythology, Venus is the goddess of love. The figure, scholars believe, once adorned a temple on the island of Melos. When the temple was destroyed, devoted worshippers hid the statue in a chamber to protect it. 

Today, the Venus de Milo stands in an alcove of the Louvre, its three pieces assembled, the seams between them almost invisible. Resurrected from the dirt by two men – one a simple farmer, the other a sophisticated French officer – it is one of the world’s greatest treasures.

Colonel Olivier Voutier (Wikipedia)
Artist depiction of what Venus de Milo might have looked like originally (Wikipedia)


While researching At the Edge: Daring Acts in Desperate Times, I discovered the story of Stanislav Petrov and his heroic deed. At the time, his was not a well known story and it took a while to stitch together the details. What struck me then was how a split second decision and an act of defiance by a person who had much to lose if he was wrong, changed the course of world history.

It was a story I was anxious to tell.

If Stanislav Petrov pressed the button there would be no turning back. It would be the start of a third world war – a nuclear holocaust

Lieutenant Colonel Stanislav Petrov sat in the commander’s chair in the glass walled room of Serpukhov 15, a secret bunker just outside Moscow.  It was just past midnight, Monday, September 26, 1983 – the beginning of a new shift for 44 year-old Stanislav.

The room, as always, was a hive of quiet activity. Serpukhov-15 monitored American nuclear missile positions.  It was filled with military officers and engineers glued to computer screens spewing information gathered by satellites and radar stations across the Soviet Union.  On this night, Stanislav Petrov was the head of its operations. 

Stanislav Petrov

Tensions were high. The United States and the Soviet Union, the world’s two superpowers, were at a stand-off.  Each had a stock-pile of nuclear weapons ready to use with the press of a button.  Stanislav’s mission at Serpukhov-15 was clear.  He was to monitor American activities, detect any incoming missiles, and if the United States attacked, order an immediate counterattack. 

That night, though, all was normal in Serpukhov-15. The computers hummed quietly, their screens a soft glow of reassuring information. There was nothing to worry about. The world was at peace. For the moment.

At 12:14 a.m., Stanislav’s computer screen turned bright red. “An alarm went off.  It was piercing, loud enough to raise a dead man from his grave,” he said.

Both the United States and the Soviet Union built up a supply of missiles during the cold war, a period of tension between the two countries that lasted from the end of World War II and the early 1990s

The screen showed that an American missile had been launched.  It was heading their way. 

Stanislav knew what he had to do.  In fact, he’d written the procedure manual himself.  In the event of a nuclear attack by the United States, he was supposed to press a red button labeled “START”.  That would launch nuclear missiles, allowing the Soviet Union to strike before enemy missiles reached the Soviet Union and wiped them out.  

All eyes turned to Stanislav.  He hesitated.  The computer system, he knew, was riddled with flaws.  There had been questions about its reliability before.   Was this just a false alarm?  There was no way to tell.

The computer screen flickered and changed.  A second American missile had been launched from the same base, it indicated.  Then it showed a third missile, a fourth, a fifth. 

Alarms rang.  Lights flashed.  The “START” button blinked.  Stanislav had to act immediately.  If the United States had launched missiles, they would arrive in 15 minutes.  If Stanislav waited longer, it would be too late to do anything at all.

Still he hesitated.  Something didn’t seem right. “I just couldn’t believe that just like that, all of a sudden, someone would hurl five missiles at us. Five missiles wouldn’t wipe us out. The U.S. had not five, but a thousand missiles in battle readiness.”

There was a second reason Stanislav hesitated.  It was something that he thought of every time he manned his post.  If he pressed the button, there would be no turning back.  It would be the start of a third World War, a nuclear holocaust.  Could he live with himself knowing that?

Each side feared a ‘first strike’ that would disable them before they could strike back with their own nuclear missiles

Tension mounted.  Seconds seemed to stretch into hours.  Then Stanislav grabbed the phone and placed an urgent call to his superiors.  He knew that with 5 incoming missiles showing on the screen, they would have automatically been alerted to the danger.  They’d be reviewing their battle plans, preparing to strike. 

“False alarm,” he told them. 

But was it really?  Stanislav was relying on gut instinct, not hard evidence. “I understood I was taking a big risk,” he said.

Nervous minutes passed.  No missiles arrived.  There was no nuclear destruction. 

The computer system had erred and relief settled over the room, followed by pats on the back, smiles all around, and congratulations to Stanislav for making the right call.

But although he was a hero in the room, Stanislav Petrov had crossed a fine line.  He had disobeyed orders and acted on his own. Instead of pushing the button as he was supposed to do, he’d bypassed the rules.  An inquiry was launched, and rather than being complimented for his bravery and quick-thinking, the matter was hushed and kept secret.

Exhausted from the stress of the investigation, Stanislav retired from the army and lived in poverty on a small pension, his story largely unknown.  When, in 1991, the Soviet Union crumbled and was replaced by a freer, more democratic government, his secret became public.

On May 21, 2004, Stanislav Petrov received a long overdue honour. The San Francisco based Association of World Citizens gave him its World Citizen Award in recognition of the role he played in preventing a global catastrophe.  In 2006, a documentary film, The Man Who Saved the World, was released world-wide, drawing even more attention to a hero who, until then, had largely been ignored and forgotten.

Stanislav Petrov receives the Dresden Prize at the Semper Opera in Dresden, Germany, in February 2013.

For further information:
“How I Stopped Nuclear War”, Stanislav Petrov’s interview with BBC News

Just Doing His Job’: Son Recalls Life of Soviet Colonel Heralded for Averting Nuclear War

Mysterious Deaths

With  COVID-19 sweeping the world, I’ve been thinking about several stories I had written about medical breakthroughs for Accidental Discoveries: From Laughing Gas to Dynamite.  This one in particular seems relevant to our current situation.  The discovery by Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis was big news over a century ago, but its principles are still being touted daily as one of the best courses of action against the spread of the disease. 

In 1846, doctors at Vienna’s General Hospital in Austria were faced with a puzzling problem.  Why were so many mothers and babies in the maternity ward dying of childbed fever? And why was the death rate in one maternity ward many times higher than in another?

The hospital served many women who were charity cases.  These women could not afford costly medical care. In return for medical attention for themselves and their babies, they agreed to be part of the training program for medical students.  Surprisingly, the death rate in the training ward was ten times higher than in another ward where doctors rarely visited and babies were delivered by women known as midwives.

Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis was determined to unravel the mystery of these strange deaths.  He observed the wards and patients closely.  With the other doctors, he carefully examined the dead bodies in the hope of uncovering some clues.
Google Doodle posted on March 20, 2020 to mark the day in 1847 when Semmelweis was appointed Chief Resident in the maternity clinic of the Vienna General Hospital

One day there was an unfortunate accident. One of the doctors cut his finger as he dissected a dead body. Even though the cut was only minor, the doctor soon felt ill.  He developed a fever and in a few days died of blood poisoning.

Semmelweis noticed that the doctor’s symptoms were suspiciously like those of the patients who had died of childbed fever. Acting on a hunch, he watched the movements of the doctors and students. An interesting pattern emerged.

Midwives who attended patients in the healthier ward where doctors rarely visited, did not examine bodies in the dissecting room. But doctors and students often went directly from the dissecting room to the other maternity ward with the higher death rate.  None of them stopped to wash their hands before going from one room to the other.

All at once pieces of the puzzle began to fit together. Semmelweis realized that doctors and students carried infection from the dead bodies into the maternity ward.  He announced a new rule.  From now on patients, students and doctors had to wash and disinfect their hands.  Just as he suspected, the death rate soon dropped remarkably.

Despite the success of his methods, Ignaz Semmelweis was ridiculed by other doctors. They refused to believe that such a simple procedure could solve the problem.  Semmelweis was forced to leave Vienna.  His rule was forgotten and again the death rate climbed.

Google poster recognizing Ignaz Semmelweis and demonstrating proper handwashing techniques

Years later, doctors around the world admitted that Ignaz Semmelweis was right. Today hand washing is recognized as one of the necessary steps in preventing the spread of disease.

Statue in Budapest honoring Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis

Writing During a Pandemic

Like most of the world, I’ve been in semi-isolation for months.  You might think this would be a blessing for a writer, especially an introverted one, wouldn’t you? 

Yes and no.

According to Health Canada, depression, anxiety, and stress are common side-effects of the pandemic.  The outer signs vary from one individual to another.  In my case, I often felt bone-deep tired. I had trouble concentrating.  I withdrew.  I neglect Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and other ways of keeping in touch. Socializing required effort, some days more than I had to give.

Shuttered and at home, creativity suffered, too. I’ve heard that the same has been true of some other writers. Jane Friedman – blogger, columnist, professor – explains it this way in her blog Writing from the Bottom Rung: How to Sustain Your Creativity.

Right now, our hearts are filled with COVID-19 cases and deaths, and which relative might be at risk, or which grocery store has the food I can eat—or better yet, toilet paper—or how much space is required to actually socially distance or how I will get paid or when will this end.

The bottom two rungs of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs include our physical needs for food, water, warmth and rest as well as security. The top rung—self-actualization—is where creativity happens. Many of us are just not there, yet.

Fortunately, I never did contract COVID-19, suffer economic woes, had to homeschool children, or worry about elderly parents like so many others. I was lucky in many ways, and my dip into the dark side of the pandemic was short-lived and mild. 

If the pandemic had a negative side, it also had a positive one. Being confined to the house meant a shift in routines.  For 30+ years, I’d gone out to coffee shops to write. That’s how I jump started my writing day.  Sit down, sip coffee, crack open my laptop, write with the comforting murmur of voices around me.

In search of a coffee spot in Venice, Italy. The red backpack containing my laptop has been my companion for many years.

Also, part of my routine, I went to the gym right after my writing session to pump iron (an exaggeration), walk the treadmill, and huff through rounds of ellipticals. Exercise freed my mind. I was reasonably fit, too.

Then the pandemic.  No more coffee shop.  No more gym.  A 30+ year routine gone.

Fortunately, I quickly settled into a new one. I learned how to make decent coffee in the machine we’ve had for years. I inhabited my office (our son’s converted bedroom).  I wrote uninterrupted, often for longer stretches than I normally would.  I pounded out a semi-complete draft for a novel. So far, all good.

To replace my gym visits, I devised a new exercise regime. Before coffee, before writing, I went for a long morning walk in our neighbourhood, aiming for 5000 steps, half of my goal for the day. Most mornings, the air was cool, the sun was just beginning to rise, and over 3 months I observed small changes on my route.

With the sun rising, the full moon wanes – March 2020
A sharp breeze ripples icy water flooding a nearby park – April 2020
A pair of Canada geese in a nearby park just after touchdown – April 2020
Cones weigh down the branches of a mountain pine – June 2020
Elm spanworms that infested the city, wove a delicate web around this tree – June 2020
Either rising early or arriving home late, this cat blends into its surroundings at sunrise – June 2020
Caught on camera in the neighbour’s yard, it’s not clear who was more surprised – the deer or the photographer – July 2020

I also started an evening routine of weights and stretches. I found time to read and revived my interest in photography.  I discovered podcasts to accompany me on my walks, and audio books and apps that do wonderful things. I put my car into temporary retirement – no need for two cars when there was nowhere to go. I put my travel insurance on hold, too.  Money saved. Another plus.

Compared to so many others, I fared well, and it set me on a new course of routines that seem to work. I don’t need to go out to write. I don’t need my gym membership to exercise (at least not yet – winter might change my feelings on that). I’ve discovered I can live without social media, but that life is somehow cheerier with it. 

Overall, I discovered ways to shut out the negatives that surround us, to harness the positives, and to capitalize on hidden opportunities that went unrecognized before.

Coop Travels to Germany

I‘m thrilled to announce that Coop the Great is going to Germany!  The German language rights have been sold to publisher Little Tiger Verlag.  While I cannot travel due to COVID-19, it’s wonderful to know that my little dachshund is going to be a globe trotter.  Many thanks to Great Plains Publications and Little Tiger Verlag for expanding Coop’s horizons.


The Canadian Teacher – Meet Larry Verstraete Interview

Recently fellow author Margriet Ruurs interviewed me for the Can Write column of the Canadian Teacher magazine.  Each issue of the magazine features a different Canadian children’s book author or illustrator, and the questions posed delve into the stories behind their creations. 

Margriet’s full interview is posted below.  For more interviews of authors and illustrators, check the Canadian Teacher website.  You can find more about Margriet Ruurs and her books at

Can Write – Meet Larry Verstraete

Books about dinosaurs, innovations and technologies. Titles like At The Edge and Life and Death. Who is Canadian author Larry Verstraete and how does he write such interesting, award-winning books?

Margriet: Your topics and titles really appeal to kids. They are listed in the Canadian Children’s Book Centre’s Best Books. As a kid, did you love reading? And writing?

Larry: Books were among my best friends when I was growing up—novels, short stories, bios, non-fiction (science and history, especially). My brother and I had shared custody of stacks of comic books. We both enjoyed the sarcastic humour of MAD magazine. As for writing, I don’t recall willingly lifting a pen to draft a story on my own. The only writing I did was for school assignments, and those were returned with generous amounts of red ink. A career as a writer was not on my radar back then.

Margriet: You had a career as a teacher. How did writing become a new career?

Larry: Call it a fluke. After a long teaching day, I stopped for a haircut on the way home. The place was busy and while I waited for my turn, I thumbed through a magazine. One page stood out—an ad for a correspondence writing course titled “We’re looking for people to write books for children.”

To this day, I don’t know why I was so intrigued by the ad. Perhaps because I had been such an enthusiastic reader my whole life. Perhaps because I taught children and had two young kids of my own. Perhaps because I love the bond between readers who share books and wanted to create something that would have the same results.

I suspect it was all of these. I decided to give it a go, and, as they say, the rest is history. While I worked on course assignments, I discovered a story about a freak accident that led to a breakthrough in science. I wrote the story for the course but was so hooked on the topic that I continued to research and write other stories like it as I worked through the rest of the assignments. By the end of the course, I had a collection of stories around that theme.

The manuscript eventually found a home with Scholastic Canada and was published as The Serendipity Effect. By then I was bitten by the writing bug, and 30 years later I am still at it.

Margriet: Do you have a preference for writing fiction or non- fiction?

Larry: When it comes to non-fiction, I see myself as a storyteller and not so much as a writer of facts. Telling a true story comes with constraints, but I know the outcome before I start and the events that lead up to it, so, in a sense, I have an outline before I start. With fiction, creation is in my hands which is refreshing but also daunting because there are so many possibilities in play.

I enjoy both. Fiction is a nice break from non-fiction and vice versa.

Margriet: How does your writing process work?

Larry: I pull ideas from many places. I keep a “futures box.” When I find an article, clipping or something that piques my interest, I cut it out or download, print it, and throw it in the box. Every few months, I rummage through the collection. By then, I’ve forgotten what’s in there so it’s a bit like opening a gift. I’m always amazed at how many ideas surface.

Some of the best ideas for new books come while I am writing something else. For instance, while I was writing Case Files: 40 Murders and Mysteries Solved by Science, I thought I would include a story about the Hindenburg and use it as an example of how science revealed how and why the fire started. I never used the story in Case Files, but when I read about Werner Franz, the cabin boy aboard the Hindenburg, and his narrow escape, I knew right away that I wanted to tell his story. Eventually, I did. Surviving the Hindenburg is the result.

For non-fiction, once I have an idea, I dive into research. I try to find everything that is connected to the topic. If I can’t come up with a fresh take on the subject, I move on to something else. If the subject looks viable, I write a few pages to develop the voice and approach I’d like to use. From there, I create a proposal complete with an outline and a few samples.

Margriet: Hindenburg! Dinosaurs! Survival stories! Death defying escapes! Is your “real” life as exciting as your books?

Larry: Not at all. Like most people, I’ve had a few cliff-hanging moments of my own, but nothing the calibre of the subjects I research and write about. As a kid, I was fascinated by stories of heroes and true adventure, so I am probably fulfilling some inner quest for excitement by writing about others who live on the edge.

Margriet: How did you first get published?

Larry: When I wrote The Serendipity Effect, my first book, I did not have a clue how to find a publisher. I sent the entire manuscript to a publisher only to wait six months to have it returned with a note saying “thanks, but no thanks.” After that, I changed my approach. Instead of shipping off the entire manuscript, I now develop a proposal, add a few sample chapters, and send it off to several publishers at the same time. One was Scholastic Canada. Lucky for me, they were interested.
I’ve been published by other publishers since then. It helps to have a list of published books to back up your credentials, but that’s only one of the factors involved. For non-fiction, you are trying to sell an idea or concept. You need to prove to publishers that you have something original and current to offer. Whether or not you’ve been published before doesn’t matter if you don’t have something intriguing to bring to the bargaining table. For fiction, regardless of your previous works, you still need to prove that the story you’ve written is good enough for publication.

Having an established relationship with an editor or publishing house helps, though. In a sense, you are a known quantity to them. I’ve had a couple of projects drop into my lap because someone in a publishing house thought I would be a match for an in-house project.

Margriet: What do you do during school visits?

Larry: One of my goals when visiting classrooms is to leave students as excited about writing and reading as I am. I share my backstory and bring props, gadgets, posters, illustrations and other gear to make my session as interactive as possible. I tell stories, read passages, and use media to take students behind the scenes of writing and publishing so they can see how ideas eventually become the books they read.

Margriet: What are you working on now?

Larry: My last novel (Coop the Great) was a fictional story about a dachshund who is on a quest to find meaning in his life. The dog tells the story, and his voice was so fresh and vivid to me, that I had trouble leaving it behind. At this point, I am chipping away at a middle-grade novel that is very different from Coop, and I am happy to say that the pieces are beginning to come together.


I Love to Read Month 2020

During “I Love to Read” month, or one of its variations around the globe, books are celebrated in schools, libraries and homes.  It’s a time when readers of all ages are encouraged to hunker down with books of every genre and variety.

A few years ago, I wrote those words in a post similar to this.  For me, not much has changed.  Reading – and raising readers – is at the core of who I am and what I do.  I write for young people to engage them and broaden their understandings, hoping that they’ll keep turning pages of the books I write. 

As I wrote in that first post, I can recall clearly the first time a book totally transported me to another time and place. I was in grade 4.  The teacher – wise in the ways of keeping a restless group of children attentive – read a mystery novel to the class. I don’t recall the title or the author, but I remember the plot – a thrilling whodunit about a boy detective who solved a kidnap-murder case.  I hung on to every word and groaned with the rest of the class when the teacher closed the book at the end of each chapter.  Because of that experience, the seeds of story magic took root. Whenever I write, I hope to replicate that effect.

When I became a middle grade teacher – then later a parent – I followed my grade 4 teacher’s lead. I read to my students and my own children daily. From a literacy-development point of view, I knew it was the correct thing to do.  Numerous research studies espouse the benefits of reading aloud to youngsters, even to those of high school age, but – I can admit it now – boosting reading comprehension was never my primary motive. I simply wanted for my students and children, the same experience I had myself in grade 4 – the glorious out-of-body feeling of being one with a community of others, all lost together in a gripping story that defied time and place.

I read aloud from a diverse menu. The Giver by Lois Lowry for its perspectives on society gone astray…Jesper by Carol Matas for its portrayal of moral dilemmas in wartime Europe… Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls, for a heart-searing Southern story about a boy and his two dogs, Old Dan and Little Ann…Silverwing by Kenneth Oppel so we could follow Shade, a silverwing bat, on his epic journey towards maturity…The Keeper of the Isis Light by Monica Hughes for its depiction of a harsh and uncertain future…

Not every offering was a heavyweight.  Each year, with the approach of the holiday season, I carved time out of the busy day to read The Best Christmas Pageant Ever by Barbara Robinson. We chuckled when sheep and shepherds ran amuck at the annual community production.  We high-fived one another later when it was averted.

Books have always played an important role in my life.  I wouldn’t be the person I am today without them.  But what about you?  What books transformed you?  How?  Why? 

I Love to Read Month is a good time to reflect on the books that changed us.  It’s also a great time to pick up a new one, curl up in a comfortable place, and dip into another book that, with any luck, will change us again.


Coop the Great Five Ways

With Coop the Great on the MYRCA (Manitoba Young Readers Choice Awards) shortlist, teachers and librarians  have found clever ways to connect readers to my down-and-out dachshund who eventually rises to greatness.  Here are four examples:

Sketchbook – Grosvenor School, Winnipeg, Grade 3, Ms Kristin Robbins class

Ms Robbins, my granddaughter Abby’s teacher, read Coop the Great aloud to the class, As she read each chapter, students drew in coil-bound sketchbooks she had provided. Each page had been divided into four boxes, and each box contained a sketch that represented a stand-out event, character or scene from that chapter. When I visited the class in December, students were eager to show me their sketches and tell me about their favourite moments from the book.

Coop models – Hastings School, Winnipeg, Grade 5/6, Ms Tracey Shields class

After Ms Shields read Coop the Great to the class, students crafted models of Coop, along with signs posting a message or theme from the story. Colleen Fowler, the school librarian, posted a photo of the models on Twitter to enter MYRCA’s win-an-author-visit contest in November.  When I saw the figures, I just knew I had to meet the artists who’d created them. Their signs said so much about what they’d taken from the story.

Fleece Dog Toys – Windsor Park Collegiate Library Learning Commons, Winnipeg

After reading Coop the Great and Missing Mike by Shari Green, both MYRCA nominated books, students met to chat about their reads and make make dog toys with fleece scraps from the clothing lab.

Winnipeg Humane Society – Windsor School, Winnipeg, grade 7/8

This message appeared on Twitter in December. “Today our MYRCA Club went to the WPG Humane Society.  One of the nominees, Coop the Great, is about a rescue animal. This was a great opportunity for us to make real world connections to the novel. Thank you so much to our guide, and to the animals we were able to meet.” Later, students followed the lead of the Windsor Library Learning Commons to create toys for the animals at the Humane Society.

Darcy’s Animal Rescue – Kristin Zaparniuk, Teacher, Louis Riel School Division, Winnipeg 

After reading the book, Kristin who volunteers at Darcy’s Animal Rescue Centre, a shelter founded by D’Arcy Johnston, snapped photos of Coop the Great in various settings around D’Arcy’s ARC and posted them on Twitter.   I had visited the shelter while writing the book, and used it as a model for Derby Animal Shelter, the fictional shelter in the book.  D’Arcy Johnston and canine mascot, Darnold also helped to launch the book so Kristin’s Twitter message had more than one special meaning for me. 

Darnold with founder D’Arcy Johnston at the McNally Robinson Launch of Coop the Great


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