Tuesday, January 21, 2014


Normandale - Norfolk


"The surest path to the realm of the Little People is the one taken with gentle steps and an open heart.
For the fairy folk are full of nature's wisdom ~ they can sense a human heart-beat from a mile away."

~  HOW TO SEE FAIRIES Penned & Illustrated by Charles Van Sandwyk, SMITHMARK BOOKS, 1999.

[Photo:  files lbw]

Sunday, January 19, 2014


 A MURMUR in the trees to note,
    Not loud enough for wind;
A star not far enough to seek,
    Nor near enough to find;

A long, long yellow on the lawn,

    A hubbub as of feet;
Not audible, as ours to us,
    But dapperer, more sweet;

A hurrying home of little men

    To houses unperceived, ~
All this, and more, if I should tell,
    Would never be believed.

Of robins in the trundle bed

    How many I espy
Whose nightgowns could not hide the wings,
    Although I heard them try.

But then I promised ne'er to tell;

    How could I break my word?
So go your way and I'll go mine, ~
    No fear you'll miss the road.

~ Emily Dickenson (1830 - 1886)

COLLECTED POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON, Chatham River Press, 1983.

(Note:  When the first set of Emily's poetry was published in 1890, it was "hailed as a literary event" and prompted the second series in 1891.  The poet who was deemed "unorthodox, idiosyncratic, and too delicate was now a poet of vision."  Her poetry was written without the thought of publication, and solely by way of expression of the writer's own mind.  Poetry which Emerson called 'the Poetry of the Portfolio.")



Thursday, January 16, 2014

The L'l Bookshop will be closed on Friday, January 17.  We will open again on Saturday at 10:30 a.m.  Our sincere apologies for any inconvenience.

A big thank you to the Third Thursday group of folks who shared stories in the bookshop today.  A special thank you to Doris Kienitz and her father Alfred for generously sharing with us their personal family experiences.  Doris is the author of East Germany and the Escape: Kitchen Table Memoirs.  Friesen Press.

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Note:  Thank you for bearing with us while our server is frequently and sporadically not available;  our software, programs, files -- including e-mail messages and addresses -- are somewhere.  Somewhere out of order.  (I am assured that they are safe!)  If we have not replied to your inquiries or followed up on promised information, we are working on it and hope to be up and running soon. ~ lbw




From Alice Mason ~

Friendship is that rarest of treasures to hold
It cannot be purchased with mountains of gold.
It's being protective when hope tumbles down
A fault that's forgiven, a smile for a frown.
Encouragement offered when the going is rough...
It's a hand set to help when the job is too tough.

Friendship is the essence of faith, deep and strong.
It's a poem unwritten...

A beautiful song.

Alice Mason (1904 - 1971) American abstract painter


Wednesday, January 15, 2014



    "Nature is a catchment of sorrows." ~ Maxine Kumin (b. 1925) U. S. Poet Laureate & author.  Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.  Robert Frost medal.

~ Harper Book of Quotations, Robert Fitzhenry. 1993.

[Photo:  Dunnville resident, Diane Young.]



Tuesday, January 14, 2014


Doris Kienitz and her father, Alfred, are coming to The Neat L'l Bookshop

THURSDAY, JANUARY 16, 1:00 p.m.

Many of you know the author of East Germany the ESCAPE, Kitchen Table Memoirs*, and her father, from their appearances throughout Ontario presenting a true-life act of the family's harrowing escape from East Germany.




[Photo:  Authors' Book Fair,  Lighthouse Festival Theatre, Port Dover. April 2013. lbw]

*Friesen Press

Monday, January 13, 2014

On Another's Sorrow
~ William Blake

Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrow's share?
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow filled?

Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan, an infant fear?
No, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!




From:  Songs of Innocence, William Blake (1757 - 1827) English poet.