Maurice Sendak passed away today. He was 83 years old. If you don't know who I am talking about you may know him from his most famous work, "Where the Wild Things Are". Published in 1963, it has been translated into many languages and sold millions of copies. If you only know "Where the Wild Things Are" from the movie that came out last year then you don't know the book at all. The movie was awful, the book, a masterpiece.
One of my favorite memories of Sarah was when I would read "Where the Wild Things Are" to her. She was such a delicate, sweet little girl but she would turn into a Wild Thing. She would roar her terrible roars, gnash her terrible teeth, roll her terrible eyes, and show her terrible claws right along with those beasties on the pages! Before she was 2 years old she knew the book word-for-word. She would sit down with it and say the whole story, right words on the right pages. She astounded her grandparents!
Here she is being read to by her Grandpa Ellsworth.
Rest in peace Maurice. You have brightened many lives and started my girl on a lifetime adventure in literature!
It is purely coincidental that I had been planning to post the above photo. Look what I have been working on lately! Aren't they the cutest? I cannot wait to hold my little grandson and read "Where the Wild Things Are" to him! I'll bet he has a pretty terrible roar!