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Sunday, April 12, 2026

The 'To Pieces' mystery series for Middle Readers

 



The Minnesota History Center’s fact finder has invited herself over to the store to investigate the sampler supposedly embroidered by Dolley herself. Upon the arrival, it is discovered that the valuable sampler was stolen.  Eventually the family will travel to Colonial Williamsburg to retrieve an important manuscript.


     In Word to Pieces, Abraham Lincoln had given a speech titled, "The Lost Speech", before his election. He'd been misquoted a number of times previously, but this time, he wasn't going to let that happen. He tossed the speech into the garbage. Reporters swarmed near as he spoke and transcribed a great deal but were mesmerized by him. Thus, it's called the Lost Speech. The speech propelled him into the Presidency. In the book, I wrote that it's been hid by Mary and now a criminal is looking for it.


        Clued  and Suffragette to Pieces are still in the editing stage.

In the ‘To Pieces’ series, you will find it is a cross between modern day adventure s and historical characters. Beth, the daughter of the White House Dollhouse Store owner.  The caper is set in south Minneapolis, Minnesota. The mom is the proprietor of the store and will talk to the miniature dolls belonging to the various White Houses such as Dolley Madison or Jackie Kennedy. This is how the reader learns smidgens of history. Beth and her mom are descendants of Dolley Madison as well as the grandma who lives nearby. 


Throughout the books, the reader will learn little known facts about a number of occupants of the White House and their belongings. Follow Beth as she investigates the whereabouts of the hidden items which will in turn lead her onto further discoveries by going to various historical sites. Beth and her family will defy all odds by the discovery of  treasured documents or relics in American history. 


   Please think of the middle readers in your classroom, it's a great means of teaching history while having fun.  

   Thanks,

  Barb

Barbs Books.      Spangled to Pieces.      Word to Pieces

Sunday, April 5, 2026

Easter Egg Roll









Since 1878, American presidents and their families have celebrated Easter Monday by hosting an 'egg roll' party. Held on the South Lawn, it is one of the oldest annual events in White House history. Some historians note that First Lady Dolley Madison originally suggested the idea of a public egg roll, while others tell stories of informal egg-rolling parties at the White House dating back to President Lincoln's administration. Beginning in the 1870s, Washingtonians from all social levels celebrated Easter Monday on the west grounds of the U.S. Capitol. Children rolled brilliantly dyed hard-boiled eggs down the terraced lawn.






Soon a concern for the landscape led to a bill that banned the rolling of eggs on Capitol grounds. In 1876, President Ulysses S. Grant signed the bill into law. The new edict went unchallenged in 1877, as rain cancelled all the day's activities, but egg rollers who came in 1878 were ejected by Capitol Hill police.




Since 1878, American presidents and their families have celebrated Easter Monday by hosting an 'egg roll' party. Held on the South Lawn, it is one of the oldest annual events in White House history. Some historians note that First Lady Dolley Madison originally suggested the idea of a public egg roll, while others tell stories of informal egg-rolling parties at the White House dating back to President Lincoln's administration. Beginning in the 1870s, Washingtonians from all social levels celebrated Easter Monday on the west grounds of the U.S. Capitol. Children rolled brilliantly dyed hard-boiled eggs down the terraced lawn.



Soon a concern for the landscape led to a bill that banned the rolling of eggs on Capitol grounds. In 1876, President Ulysses S. Grant signed the bill into law. The new edict went unchallenged in 1877, as rain cancelled all the day's activities, but egg rollers who came in 1878 were ejected by Capitol Hill police.




 In 1878, Easter Monday celebrants who were not allowed to roll eggs on the grounds of the U.S. Capitol headed up Pennsylvania Avenue to the White House. The children knew about the low hills on the South Lawn, and hoped their egg rolling games would be permitted there. President Rutherford B. Hayes instructed his guards to let the youngsters through the gates. It proved to be a very popular change of venue. By Easter Monday 1880, an article in the Evening Star reported that eager egg rollers had taken "absolute possession of the grounds south of the White House."




 In the beginning, children came into the White House with baskets of brightly dyed hard-boiled eggs. On Easter Monday, 1885, young egg rollers marched into the East Room, hoping for a personal audience with President Grover Cleveland. When he came down from his office to greet them, he was charmed, and indoor egg roll receptions became customary. These visitors ruined the East Room carpet, which, as the Washington Post reported, was "ground full of freshly smashed hard-boiled egg and broken egg shells." Still, when Cleveland returned in 1893 for a second, non-consecutive term, he continued to grant the egg rollers carte blanche access to the house and grounds.



 Eleven years after the Easter Monday egg rolling festivities came to the White House, President Benjamin Harrison scored a hit by adding music to the affair. In 1889, he had the United States Marine Band, known as "The President's Own," play lively tunes while the children romped on the South Lawn. John Philip Sousa, who directed the band, took delight in treating the egg roll guests to rousing marches. Sousa honored the occasion in his 1929 composition "Easter Monday on the White House Lawn." U.S. Marine Band concerts were always a highlight of the event, and they continue to provide egg roll celebrants with music to make this day even more special.







Over the years, White House egg roll events have been made memorable by new attractions. In 1993, the Clintons scaled back the fanfare so that children would remember the day for its egg rolling games. A generation earlier, First Lady Pat Nixon gave out certificates of participation as a souvenir to eggrollers. Betty Ford and Rosalynn Carter distributed plastic eggs with printed notes inside from the first lady. In 1981, President and Mrs. Ronald Reagan hosted a hunt for wooden eggs that bore the signatures of famous people. Wooden eggs soon became the official White House egg roll keepsakes. The eggs are designed to reflect the special theme of each year's event, and are inscribed with the signatures of the president and first lady. Each child under the age of twelve is given one as he or she exits the South Lawn gates.





Have a happy Easter!   Barb

           Barbs Books

Monday, December 1, 2025

Where to find ideas?

 Where do you find ideas?


      

       Not so very long ago, my family and I went to an Italian restaurant. We looked at the menu ahead of time and got lost trying to figure out what everything was! Neither of us had a clue. Our son suggested to research every word that has us stymied. We spent one hour trying to figure out what it was that we each wanted to have for dinner.

      We had so much fun and when the meal came, it was just as much fun to eat it as well as enjoy each other's company. The foreign meal got us to talk about vacations and where to go next. It's worth it to try different venues, you never know what's ahead.

      The meal was great, too!


       Barb Schlichting

        Barb's Books

Saturday, November 1, 2025

First Friends, who was yours?

 

 

                               First Friends


         Here I am with a friend from grade school. I won't tell you her name simply because I don't have permission, but she was my first friend. I believe that we  walked to school together, too.  My older brother walked me when I was in kindergarten and I remember our mother standing or should I say, hiding, inside of an old phone booth to watch us cross a busy street. She must've peeked out because I waved to her. At the end of the day, I asked why she was in the booth but I don't remember the answer. It most likely had something to do with 'mind your own business'. My mother always got straight to the point but my dad was little gentler when it came to that sort of thing.

        My friend also recalled, as we grew older,  my baby brother stood near the fence and called out my name when we returned home. 

        Our fifty-five high school reunion just happened three weeks ago. Time has flown by faster than a speeding bullet, and I'm not sure that I like it or am prepared for it. Are you prepared for the future? 

         I might've went to the library with my friend, but don't remember. I read an awful lot as a kid and still do. I have a long list of favorite books and wouldn't know where to begin to name my favorite. Since I began to write about the first ladies with a dash of history and a dash of a little fun, I've since learned that when Thomas Jefferson sold his books to Congress, they became beginning of the Library of Congress. Did you know that?

        Did you know that Jefferson realized that for our country to survive, the populace must be educated and not just the wealthy? He began by building small schools and hired teachers, paying out of his pocket, also. That's how our educational system began. Read his biography. Thomas Jefferson. Visit Monticello. It's fascinating.

        Who was your first friend?

    Barb Schlichting

Barb's Books

Tuesday, August 26, 2025

New ending to an old classic. Little Women

 

          New extended ending to a favorite novel, Little Women.

                                                                               Little Women extended version

     Did you ever wonder what would've happened if Jo March hadn't been able to catch up to her beloved Professor Baer? I always have so I went ahead and rewrote the ending.

      I reread the beloved book since it's right on the bookshelf. It's an older copy from when I was young, but we won't get into how young I was at the time of the first read. Now, I'm seventy-two and still absolutely in love with the book.

       About ten years ago, my husband and I traveled out to Boston and one of the first places we visited was The Orchard House. It's just as grand as suspected. Louisa Mae Alcott's writing desk was right where it was left. The dolls were lined up on the beds. The furniture was the same and I pictured the girls piling on them for the evening and curling up with a blanket. A few of Amy's pictures are displayed. 

     We walked the grounds and left for a nearby site to tour. I pictured the walkway where Jo hurried to her Professor. At that moment, it occurred to me that Jo had many more adventures to explore and journey's to conquer. It was a wonderful experience. 

     Finally, a time to rewrite the ending. My imagination brought me to the moment when Jo was told that someone left the manuscript at her sister Meg's house. She flew over there as if on angel's wings, only to rush to meet up with her beloved, but he'd already escaped from her clasp. Her heart was broken but did it stop her from publication or promoting her book? You'll have to read the new ending and don't forget to leave a review!

      Thank you!  Barb Schlichting

Little Women extended version.      website

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Emotions. Do you display them?



 Have you described your emotions on the page? Every scene is emotional.  It may not be a said emotion, but it must be conveyed. When my son enlisted in the army, I was proud of him but at the same time, my heart sunk to my knees.  I knew what the future would bring.  How do you describe the bittersweet? Here’s what I wrote to myself at the time:

    There’s that salad, sitting out on the front porch waiting for the guests to arrive with their contributions of hotdishes to add to the potluck.
    Potluck you say? What else could it be? My son is going away—far away—into the army and I feel that I will never see him again. The neighbors, friends and relatives have all been invited to attend the open house.
   Where is the kid? Oh! There he is dressed in his new shirt and jeans and youthful smile that shows how naïve and vulnerable he is—truly—coming from a mom and pop family and going where no man has before—an army of one--. 
    My son who has his young fiancé—too young and immature—stands on the other side of him. I’m supposed to be the love of his life.  
    The guests are arriving time to for me to pull myself together. 

  What am I not telling you?  What of the five senses am I displaying?  Am I displaying true emotion?  I’d like to know what you think.  

    Thanks so much for reading this blog. You can read comments below. Please feel free to share.

   Barb