Saturday, May 6, 2017


So exciting…Here is a review from a Grandma posted on Amazon regarding Jim’s new book…The Mysterious Miss Snoddy!  It is the first in a series…

"I purchased this book for my granddaughters, ages 11, 8 and 6. My original intention was to read a chapter to them every day, but as we would finish one chapter, they would beg to read “just one more”. I usually did continue reading, not only because they were relentless, but also because I wanted to know what was going to happen next! I especially appreciated the “personalized” stories about the American Revolution. As none of my granddaughters have studied American History in school yet, most of the events covered were new to them; but the 11 year old’s interest was so piqued, she would immediately go online or seek other resources to gather more information about that period of time. To me, that is the real success of this book and I highly recommend it!"

 

Monday, May 1, 2017

It is here and available on Amazon, The Mysterious Miss Snoddy! This is a middle grade novel, written for 8-12 year olds, with an emphasis on American history.  The story is intended to captivate young readers with a thrilling adventure while igniting an interest in American history.  The Mysterious Miss Snoddy is history wrapped in a mystery!
   Jim will be available to provide readings and a ninety minute young writer’s workshop designed to encourage interest, enhance skills, and empower imaginations.  There is no cost for these presentations as it is his way of advancing a love and appreciation for the joy of reading and the art of writing.  Libraries, summer school classes, and youth activity centers and clubs are finding these opportunities to be a way to academically support and stimulate students during the summer months away from the classroom.
 If interested please contact us at you earliest convenience as booking dates are filling up.  Jim can be reached at jimcampain@comcast.net or by phone at (970) 215-4191.  If you would prefer a signed copy, don't hesitate to contact us at that email address or phone number.

Sunday, April 30, 2017

  I hopped off my bike before it came to a complete stop and leaned it against a tree.  Then I bounded up the stairs, two at a time.  I was ten years old and at the library!

   The race to get there—dodging cars and dogs, and ignoring the blare of horns—contrasted with the deathly silence upon entering the library’s austere interior.  Safely entombed behind those heavy doors, I was guaranteed the suspicious scrutiny of elderly ladies conducting important business with all manner of index cards and rubber stamps with purple ink.  Without fail they were uniformed in floral dresses and sensible shoes.  Gray hair was wrapped in buns and occasionally the most cautious among them added the protection of a net.  These matrons were not to be messed with even if they did smell of the same talc my sweet grandmother wore.  Respectfully and with eyes averted, I made my way to the stairs. Though the steps led downward, it was my stairway to heaven.

   Jumping off the last tread, I entered that sacred area labeled ‘Children’s Section’ where stale air scented with dust and aged pages greeted me.  I headed straight for the back wall where, on the third and fourth shelves, rested adventures and lives recorded on pages with unfinished edges and hard covers of burnt orange.  My eyes quickly scanned the titles on the spines.  I saw several old friends—Davy and Daniel of course, George and Abe, Zachary Taylor and ‘Old Hickory’—but many I was still eager to get to know.  I grabbed several and lugged them to the scarred and pock marked table where my task was to select the precious three that would go home with me for two weeks.  However, I knew their stay would fall well short of the allotted fourteen days because the quests contained within those orange covers would be consumed quickly.  One likely wouldn’t last the afternoon and evening.  And no book was ever, ever late in returning because, with a dollar bill in my pocket for a recently mown lawn and a new shipment of five-cent baseball cards arriving at the corner grocery, a two-cent per day penalty simply wasn’t good financial management!

   I suppose without realizing the connection, my early exposure to reading factored in The Mysterious Miss Snoddy series.  I was a pre-television farm boy who clearly recalls listening to my mother’s evening readings from The Hills of Kentucky and The Sugar Creek Gang.  My appreciation for history also grew with the number of candles on my birthday cake.  Three of my grandchildren are the story’s main characters and they benefit from Miss Snoddy’s personal relationship with American history.  My wish is for them to learn to love reading and writing and realize the places they can go when they get between the front and back covers of a book.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

It's here!  Order your copy now!  Signed copies available on request.


"Frightened by their new teacher, Ava, Ellie and Griffin are not excited about the new school year.  Their fear is replaced with curiosity about Miss Snoddy.  Every day she wears old-fashioned clothes smelling of moth balls and lace-up, black leather shoes.

The trio quickly learns their teacher knows a lot about American history.  A peek into an old journal adds to the mystery.  They discover personal notes about events such as the Boston Massacre and a friendship with Paul Revere.  Unsure of what is going on, they sneak into her house in search of more clues.  Finally, when Miss Snoddy sees them in class viewing a picture of her in a history book, she decides to tell them the secret she’s been hiding.  They are unaware of the adventures that await them!"

Sunday, April 2, 2017

It's almost here, Jim's new book!  It is the first in a 3-part series of Youth Fiction.  Will post more information on how to get your copy!

Frightened by their new teacher, Ava, Ellie and Griffin are not excited about the new school year.  Their fear is replaced with curiosity about Miss Snoddy.  Every day she wears old-fashioned clothes smelling of moth balls and lace-up, black leather shoes.
The trio quickly learns their teacher knows a lot about American history.  A peek into an old journal adds to the mystery.  They discover personal notes about events such as the Boston Massacre and a friendship with Paul Revere.  Unsure of what is going on, they sneak into her house in search of more clues.  Finally, when Miss Snoddy sees them in class viewing a picture of her in a history book, she decides to tell them the secret she’s been hiding.  They are unaware of the adventures that await them!

Saturday, November 19, 2016

We Can't Go Back


Yes, the election is over and I will not presume to add my opinion.  However, I do not hesitate to offer my thoughts, specifically on the racially charged environment that seems to have raised many concerns and raised its ugly head.  I have HATED to hear the incessant chant, “take my country back”.  To me, this sounds too much like going back to a time when there was so much division and hatred and false ideas about whose country this is.  I would prefer that we would continue to “MOVE OUR COUNTRY FORWARD”.  I would merely like to recount my experiences:

  • I experienced integration, forced bussing and racial prejudice. 
  • I had a teacher that frequently said, “Those n-----s are coming to our school while displaying extreme disdain.
  • My sister’s teacher sprayed Lysol continually around the black kids because, according to this teacher, they smelled different.
  • I listened to students telling us, “The Black Panthers are coming through our town and all the black students will know to “hit the ground” and all the white children standing will be mowed down by automatic weapons”. 
  • I watched my mother spend strength and energy trying to make us FEEL what those few black families might feel sending their beautiful and beloved children into a racially charged environment where few children would look like them.
  • I know what it means to live in a world where the majority feared being relegated to a lower status.
  •  I am still grieving that my little kindergartener had to be bussed 45 minutes away from home so early in the morning that it was still dark outside. 
  • I know what it’s like to buy a home in a neighborhood with great schools only to find out that each year my children would have to endure getting accustomed to another school due to the fact that the “numbers” weren’t equal. 
  • I also experienced that through participation in sports, we learned understanding, kindness, support, and even love and respect for each other, no matter the color, religion, race or political slant!

There is so much more to this story and PLEASE, PLEASE listen to my heart and mind…WE DO NOT WANT TO GO BACK THERE!!!

Enough said.  I know.  You get my point.  I just had to speak out from experience…