Sometimes what may seem like the most obscure thing is what ties us to someone in some unknown way. Years ago during a visit I made to Vermont before my husband and I were married, we were having a conversation that turned to the topic of writing. He proclaimed, “My mother wrote a book that was published.” I was intrigued, “What was it?” to which he replied, “Oh, just a children’s book. One of those Little Golden Books, called Popcorn Party.” To his surprise, my next sentence was, “I have that book!”
Yes, one of the many books I’d had as a child was indeed Popcorn Party, by Louise MacMartin and Trudy Boyles (co-authors, friends, and neighbors). When I returned home I retrieved the book, which was still stored in a little blue trunk in my bedroom closet with all my other childhood books.
After we married, my worn and slightly scribbled in copy was the only one in the MacMartin clan. Although copies had been prolific at one time, over the years they’d been lost or tossed, with no one thinking about saving some for posterity. After several years we decided it was time to find everyone in the family their own copy. As this was pre-internet, we contacted two book dealers, one in Vermont and one in Oregon. Copies of this gem were indeed out there, and the dealers found us several. We paid anywhere from $5.00 to $45.00 per book as we acquired eight books, one for each of our three children and my husband’s five siblings.
I still have my copy, which now seems like a thread that had been connecting me all along to my future family. Some day it will be passed down to our granddaughter, along with all the family history behind it.