Hey Boys, Be Ready!


Hey, boys,
Make acquaintance with Victor the donkey in
“Keep the Donkey Around”
and be ready for a mysterious adventure in Transylvania.

Billy Boo the cricket will tell you what happened one night when his home started growing hair in
“One Strange Wagon.”

“The Death of Mr. Earthworm”
might be too enigmatic for you.
Don’t read it.
You don’t want to know what happened in this strange story.
Skip this one.

Well, Onion the cow is still there in your face in
“The Annoying Cow.”
Jonah had to deal with her a lot.
Yes, a lot.

Charming Whiskers comes in five books.
He goes to school, joins the choir and finds himself in the Navy… He is kidnapped; he calls the FBI and the city hall.
He makes his sister’s bed in the laundry room and calls grandma to come and stay with him.

Scroll down on Rodica Iova’s Amazon page and choose a mystery and a good laughter.

“I Never Had a Bike”

There are particular sounds and fragrances that trigger something in us from the past.
As I was writing a “happy birthday” message to a dear friend, a former neighbor while we lived in Romania, I remembered their open window towards our flat and he playing “Ballade for Adelaide” for me. He was about 12 years old and a really good piano player already. His family and ours were pretty close.
I had two children by that time and he and his siblings helped me sometimes with them.

When I heard him playing “Ballade for Adelaide” for the first time,I remember going to the window and listening with tears rolling down my face. It was so soothing, so calming, and also so sad.

It was strange, but Richard Clayderman’s piano music was present on the communist radio stations.

I can see my mother getting ready to go to work for the second shift with the radio on. She is busy packing her dinner and placing it in her bag next to her dark blue dressing gown. I can hear the piano music in the background from where I was sitting with a book in my hand. Outside, in our common yard, two neighbors talk about where to go next day and buy fresh bread.
My cousin rides his new bike. I never had a bike. My parents were workers in a factory while my uncle, my dad’s younger brother was an engine driver. That was a well paid job. (I bought my first bicycle two years after we moved to the US.)

The music vibrates in the last piano chords and I let it settle down in my soul.
I’m eight or nine years old and life is beautiful.