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On May 28, 2014, Pahwoo came to life. So did my youngest granddaughter, Evie. When Evie was born, her older sister, Eliza, came to stay with Grammy and Pappy for a while, because little Evie had to spend some time in the hospital's NICU. I could tell that four-year-old Eliza was going to need some special help coping with being separated from her parents, and with all the confusion during this time. After being at the hospital for several hours, we brought her home with us. I tucked her into bed, and laid down beside her, and we stared at the wonderful old 1957 Goodman locomotive motion lamp,…mehr

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On May 28, 2014, Pahwoo came to life. So did my youngest granddaughter, Evie. When Evie was born, her older sister, Eliza, came to stay with Grammy and Pappy for a while, because little Evie had to spend some time in the hospital's NICU. I could tell that four-year-old Eliza was going to need some special help coping with being separated from her parents, and with all the confusion during this time. After being at the hospital for several hours, we brought her home with us. I tucked her into bed, and laid down beside her, and we stared at the wonderful old 1957 Goodman locomotive motion lamp, for a bit. It was the same train lamp that I, as a four-year-old, used to watch at night, to fall asleep by. Then I heard myself say, "Once upon a time..." So began the story of an odd little owl named Pahwoo, a tale that continued to unravel over many years, until it finally faded to a quiet end. For several year, the story was only for Eliza and whenever she came to stay with Grammy and Pappy, no bedtime passed without picking up where Pahwoo had left us. Eventually, Evie became old enough to be interested in Pahwoo and her many friends: Blinky the cat, Lily the goat, Dusty the pony, Millie the mouse and so many others who came to life, as Pahwoo's adventures unfolded. Now, those seven years have passed, and Pahwoo's many escapades have passed with them. I ignored the urging of family members to record all these stories, because I was so sure that I would never forget them. I regret that now, because Pahwoo grows fainter and fainter, in my memories. Perhaps, though, I have gathered enough of those memories so that Pahwoo can give my grandchildren one last gift: a little book of some of her more outstanding moments with her friends.
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Rhonda Hanson is one of a pair of twins, the youngest of ten siblings, raised on Black Bayou in Louisiana. For much of her childhood, she lived without the luxuries of indoor plumbing and electricity and, growing up without the Internet, devices, or television, she was left to discover the exciting worlds that can only be discovered within the pages of a good book. She is a collector of vintage children's books, and is not embarrassed to admit that she will reread the same book over and over, if it makes her happy. Her own imagination began to be challenged at an early age, and she would pen practically anything and everything that fermented in her mind, much of which is sadly lost or left back in her youth, probably in some old trunk in someone's barn.Today, Rhonda is a novelist, recording artist, songwriter, musician and speaker, but her most crowning achievement is being "Grammy" to her two granddaughters. She spends her days in middle Tennessee, writing, convincing feral cats that the Hanson Hotel is open for business, bragging to anyone who will listen about her grandchildren and tearing all her MacBooks apart and rebuilding them, because of her stubborn refusal to upgrade.Her first completed novel was "Father's Choice", book one in the three-book Father series, followed by Father's Wings and Father's Song, and the linked novel Father's Friend. Rhonda is also the author of a children's book, "The Adventures Of Pahwoo And Her Friends", which is the narrative of an ongoing bedtime story she regularly told her grandchildren, for a period of over seven years.