A Father’s Day Celebration in Shady Pines Filled with Love and Kindness

A Father’s Day Celebration in Shady Pines Filled with Love and Kindness

Father Knows Best

Dear Readers, Father’s Day in Shady Pines Story Town always falls on a Sunday, This year it’ll be Sunday, June 21st. But for Harold Sanders, the real celebration begins on a Saturday morning before that date, at the Nuts ‘N Bolts hardware store on Main Street.

Harold has owned the downtown landmark for ages. Inside the weathered building the air smells of cedar shavings, fresh oil, and the sweet, fizzy nostalgia of the soda fountain located smack in the middle of the store.

By 10:00 AM, the place is packed—not just with people looking for nails or twine, but with folks stopping by to hear Harold’s latest tall tale.

One thing about Harold, the man loves to share stories. When he isn’t selling, he can be found telling. “Hey Bobby. Did I ever tell you about the mysterious giant bird I saw down by the McCaw River last week?”

Harold’s Australian Shepherd dog, Boomerang, is acting as the store’s unofficial “Greeter” today. He moves from customer to customer, offering a friendly nudge of his nose to anyone who looks like they need a smile.

Meanwhile, high above the action, on a custom-built, cushiony window seat that catches the morning light, sits Halley’s Comet. The couple’s silver streak of a cat is the store’s silent supervisor. She keeps an eye on the front door, blinking slowly at the regulars she recognizes.

Around noon, the bell above the door chimed with a specific rhythm—three quick tings. Harold looks up, a grin spreading across his face. It’s his wife, Edna.

She isn’t just bringing lunch. Edna is leading a small, heartfelt parade. Boomerang trots to the front to meet her, while Halley’s Comet leaps gracefully from her perch to meet them at the counter, winding figure-eights through Edna’s ankles.

I thought the ‘hardware store mayor’ might need a break from his admirers,” Edna teases, setting down a picnic basket on the sturdy oak soda fountain counter.”

Edna pulls out a thermos of Harold’s favorite iced coffee and a sandwich wrapped in brown paper. Then she reaches into her bag and pulls something more.

It’s a sign—hand-painted by Edna—that reads: “Reserved for the Best Dad in Shady Pines.”

She places the sign on the counter right next to Harold’s stool.

“The kids helped,” Edna says with a wink. She points to the sign.

At the bottom of the colorful message, are two distinct marks: a large, firm paw print from Boomerang, and a delicate, feline toe-print from Halley.

The store goes quiet as the customers realize what’s happening. Harold looks at his wife, then at his two faithful companions. Boomerang is leaning against his leg, while Halley purrs loudly on the counter beside the root beer taps.

“You know,” Harold said, his voice a little thicker than usual, “I’ve sold a lot of things in this store. Hammers, nails, bolts—things to fix houses. But these two?” He gestured to the dog and the cat. “They’re the ones who fixed our house and made it a home.”

Boomerang let out a soft “woof” of agreement, and Halley bumped her head firmly against Harold’s hand.

“Hey, Halley. You wanna know something?” asks Boomer. “When dad walks me to the shop like he did today, He lets me stop and sniff stuff. He’s really patient. And he talks to me like I’m very important.”

Halley shakes her head. “Well even dad can get stuff wrong once in a while.”

Boomer growls at her.

“I think he’s a good listener. I like telling him all about the neighborhood news like who’s planting new flowers or which squirrel is acting suspicious. He nods and says, ‘Is that so, Halley?’ Dad always makes me feel like he really hears me.”

Boomer cocks his head. “You know he doesn’t really hear you, right?”

Halley looks down. “I know. But still…”

Boomer has a thought. “One thing’s for sure. When he tells stories to kids, he makes them feel like they’re the heroes of that adventure.”

Halley nods. “Yeah. I like it when he tells them that being kind is the most important tool you can have in your belt—even more important than a wrench!”

For the rest of the afternoon, Harold doesn’t just tell stories about the town. He tells stories about his family. And every time a new customer walks in, they see the sign, and they notice the happy dog and the regal cat.

Maybe more importantly, they know exactly why this hardware store, and this respected father, is the heart of Shady Pines.

You can read more adventures of the Sanders family from the small Southern town of Shady Pines. Just get your own newly released eBook copy of Boomer and Halley Scavenger Hunt – Discover Rewards by Working with Others. With proof of purchase you’ll also get a FREE Boomer and Halley themed scavenger hunt that you can download and search for your favorite Sanders family characters! CLICK HERE

Parting thoughts?

“I want to tell you all this,” says Edna. “Harold is the anchor of our little family. Whether he’s fixing a leaky faucet for a neighbor or just sitting there with us while the sun goes down, he makes everything feel settled and safe.”

And from Harold? “I feel like the luckiest man on earth. I have the most wonderful woman in the world to share my life with every day. And even though we never had children of our own, Boomer and Halley fill our lives with joy. And, they give me material for endless stories!

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY EVERYONE



Ocean Friendly-Storm Ready-Prepping for Hurricane Season: A Shady Pines Gazette Exclusive!

Ocean Friendly-Storm Ready-Prepping for Hurricane Season: A Shady Pines Gazette Exclusive!

Welcome to June

Dear Readers, a lot happens in the month of June around Shady Pines Story Town. But before we go talkin’ about Father’s Day or the start of summer, we need to focus on the ocean. And that’s exactly what’s going on right now over at The Shady Pines Gazette news office. See for yourself.

The afternoon sun flows into the framed front window of the red brick building on Main Street. The words Shady Pines Gazette are edged in black on that window. Editor Zulah Talmadge keeps glancing at the big ‘ole clock on the wall. She scribbles on her notepad.

Across the room, Scoop, the Cub Reporter spins around in his desk chair – first to the right, then to the left. At the same time, the teenager with the shock of red hair, taps his foot. Finally, he take two pens and starts drumming a tune on his desk.

“Okay, Scoop that’s enough,” says Zulah with a weary voice. “I know we’re both tired of waiting for him.”

Scoop points to his watch. “He was supposed to be here a half hour agooo…”

Scoop barely finishes his sentence when the old wooden front door slams open, metal shutters clanging. A familiar man in a blue suit flings himself into the office, bends over and gasps for air.

“That’s quite an entrance,” says Zulah with a slight smirk. She’s known Mayor Beauregard P. Fibbs for most of her life. “Scoop, why don’t you get the man a glass of water? And mayor, please have a seat.”

Fibbs plops down in an armchair with some give to it. “Whoa. I practically ran here from City Hall. Thank you for agreeing to this exclusive interview, Zulah. With June officially here, the residents of Shady Pines need to hear from their leadership!”

Scoop hands the mayor the glass of water. “Thank you son. Oh, that tastes good.”

“Mr. Mayor,” says a worried Scoop. “June First means the start of Hurricane Season. Are we ready? Is the town safe? Should we be tellin’ people how to prepare?”

“Take a breath Scoop,” says Zulah with a gentle smile.. “Let’s let the Mayor speak. But he’s right, Beau. It’s hot, it’s sticky, and those summer storms are on their way. What’s the plan?”

“That’s exactly why I am here!” says the mayor, puffing out his chest. “We must look to the ocean, my friends. Because June Eighth, is World Oceans Day. And the ocean, you see, is the great engine behind our weather.”

Snoop blinks and looks thoroughly confused. “The ocean? But Mr. Mayor, Shady Pines isn’t close to the beach. I don’t get it.”

“Ah, a very good question.” The Mayor walks over and sits on the edge of Scoop’s desk. He looks up at the ceiling and gestures into the air. “Imagine the ocean is like a giant, pot of soup sitting on the world’s stove. Right now, that summer sun is turning the heat up on the water.”

“And when soup gets hot, it steams,” Zulah chimed in, catching on.

“Exactly, Zulah,” says the mayor. “The warm ocean water creates lots of warm, wet air that rises straight into the sky. That extra energy is exactly what fuels those big summer storms and hurricanes that can come ashore and hit us!”

Fibbs looks quite pleased with himself. Science has always been his thing. Scoop cocks his head to the side. “Oh I get it. That’s why World Oceans Day has a special theme this year about reimagining how we look at the sea. It really does touch everything!”

Fibbs claps his hands. “That’s exactly right. The ocean does the heavy lifting—it gives us air to breathe and regulates our temperatures. So, to be safe during hurricane season, we have to do two things: Care for the ocean, and care for each other.”

Zulah nods. “This sounds like a true Shady Pines team effort. How do we break that down for our readers?”

The Mayor holds up two fingers.

“First—we protect the ocean from right here at home. During a rain storm any trash left on the ground at Stonewall Park or around our houses could be washed into the storm drains in our streets. That debris can eventually find its way down to the sea. We must keep Shady Pines clean to keep the ocean healthy!

Zulah and Scoop are both taking notes.

Fibbs clears his throat. “Second—we prepare! Nature is powerful, but teamwork is more powerful. I want every family in Shady Pines to check their flashlights, stock up on fresh water, and make a safety plan together. Don’t be scared—be prepared!”

Snoop snaps some photos of Mayor Fibbs.

“You know Ms. Talmadge I could make a poster of these things that the mayor’s suggesting and put it up on our website.”

Zulah types away lost in her own thoughts. But that notion cuts through. “Scoop that’s a great idea. People will be able to download their own copy. We’ll also add the image to our article in the next edition of The Gazette with a link to the website.

“By golly now we’re getting somewhere,” says a delighted Beauregard Fibbs grinning from ear to ear. “I love it when a plan comes together.”

Zulah chuckles. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, Beau. But I’m really glad you dropped by and helped us with this.”

Beauregard walks slowly to her desk and shakes Zulah’s hand. “Me, too, Madame Editor. Okay, I gotta get back to the office. I have a town to run you know!”

Scoop stares after him slack jawed. “He’s really something isn’t he?”

Zulah shakes her head. “Oh, yeah. You can say that again.

Suddenly Scoop snaps back to reality. “Ms. Talmadge. I think I’ve got a headline for our article. What do you think of, “Ocean Friendly and Storm-Ready: Shady Pines Mayor Rallies Families to be Prepared!”

“That works! You get busy on that poster, Scoop, and I’ll finish up the article. We need to do what we always do – help our neighbors in times of need!”

Are you ready for storm season?



A Childhood Scavenger Hunt Inspires an Author’s National Award Winning Book set in Shady Pines

A Childhood Scavenger Hunt Inspires an Author’s National Award Winning Book set in Shady Pines

The Story Behind the Book

Dear Readers, you may not know this, but author Mary Jane McKittrick’s childhood adventure is the basis for her Boomer and Halley Scavenger Hunt – Discover Rewards by Working Together. The Mom’s Choice Gold Award print book is now available as an eBook on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. If you go to our Books Page you can order it from those two sites plus download a Free Boomer and Halley themed Scavenger Hunt to play at home with proof of purchase. https://shadypinesstorytown.com/fun-facts-about-shady-pines/about/boomer-and-halley-books

Mary Jane really should tell you herself how the idea for the book came to her.

“Hi everyone. Picture this: It was a gray drizzly weekend in Pasadena, California. I was about seven years old, maybe younger. My older brother, Scott and I were visiting our grandparents, Harold and Edna Sanders. Yes, my maternal grandparents are the role models for the characters in my books who adopt an Australian Shepherd dog, Boomerang, (Boomer) and a silver streak of a cat, Halley’s Comet (Halley).

“The actual Harold Sanders worked for the Union Oil Company in downtown Los Angeles as that company’s Chief Financial Officer. The cartoon character in the book, who bears his name, owns the Nuts ‘N Bolts hardware story in Shady Pines Story Town. Both Harolds have the Boy Scouts in common and are kind, trustworthy, loving men and devoted to their wives.”

“The real Edna Sanders had a bunch of funny sayings (I love using them from time to time in my stories) and she’d call out, “You- Whoooo!” whenever she arrived at our house. You may find the cartoon version often does the same. Both Ednas love to cook and bake. It’s their love language. The cartoon Edna is a dancer which my grandmother was not. Both Edna’s are warm and gracious, along with being absolutely loveable and caring.”

Now that you’ve met them, back to the story.

“If you’ve ever been trapped indoors with a couple of high-energy kids on a rainy day, you know how quickly walls can start closing in. Scott and I were bored and restless on that Saturday morning after our folks dropped us off the night before.

To their credit, our grandparents didn’t just tell us to go watch TV. Instead, Harold and Edna sprang into action with a brilliant plan that just came to them. They asked us to stay in the kitchen while they scurried around the house hiding treasures.

What was the loot they were hiding? Classic Hershey’s chocolate bars and one dollar bills!

Scott and I tore through the house hunting into every nook and cranny as our grandparents shouted clues. The boredom vanished. It was replaced by the sheer thrill of the chase. That adventure stuck with me. It wasn’t just about the chocolate or the dollar bills. Although, I have to admit as a kid, that was like hitting the jackpot!

But it was also about the excitement of discovery and the joy of working together to find stuff.”

“Years later, that memory became the basis for the Boomer and Halley Scavenger Hunt book for 6-9 year olds. When I sat down to write the story I realized that this activity is a perfect way to show kids how to navigate the world. In the book the cat uses her agility and the dog uses his strength to gather the goodies. They are working together as a team to discover rewards.

Along the way the four-legged kids are learning four life lessons embedded in the storyline that pop up on the page with a PAW print: Teamwork, Cleaning Up, Manners and Sportsmanship. Those are highlighted in the book with prompting questions to allow for discussion. My grandparents were very good at encouraging good behavior through play at home or even at an amusement park. That’s something that stuck with me, too. No matter where we went they wanted their grandkids to be kind, cooperative and resilient.”

“By the way, Boomerang, the Australian Shepherd dog in the books, is based on my real life childhood dog by the same name. Boomer had endless energy, was determined to herd any and all family members at will, and had too many adventures and misadventures to name. I adored him. In fact, I often used him as the subject of writing assignments in school. Classmates laughed at my retelling of the outrageous events. Teachers scolded me and reminded me I was suppose to write about true experiences. They told me my stories about Boomer had to be made up.”

“The cartoon character, Halley’s Comet, is a composite of the many cats I have shared my life with over the years. To pair my beloved and mischievous dog with a sassy, athletic feline like Halley, meant I could invent countless stories with action. It also provided me a brother-sister relationship filled with plenty of sibling rivalry as my brother, Scott, and I experienced.”

“What are some of your favorite rainy-day memories from childhood? Have you ever turned a moment of boredom into a grand adventure for yourself or family members? Ever had that pet that became legendary in your life?

Do drop your stories in the comments below. I’d love to hear them!”



The Empty Chair: Ray Robinson’s Emotional Memorial Day in Shady Pines

The Empty Chair: Ray Robinson’s Emotional Memorial Day in Shady Pines

It’s Different This Year

Dear Readers, in Shady Pines Story Town Memorial Day usually means picnics, parades and neighbors gathering on front porches.

But for seven-year-old Ray Robinson, the atmosphere this year feels a little heavier. While the rest of our close knit community prepares for the festivities, Ray is learning a lesson about service that isn’t found in his textbooks.

Ray’s world is usually filled with the sounds of Saturday morning cartoons or Boomerang barking and the meows from Halley’s Comet when he goes to the Sanders’ house to play. Boomer and Halley are two of his best buddies. Lately the loudest sound in his house is the silence.

Ray’s father is in the military. Once again he’s been deployed somewhere overseas. Neither Ray nor his mom knows where they sent him. The war with Iran continues to grab headlines. Is he close to that conflict? The boots that used to sit by the front door are gone. The chair at the head of the table is tucked in tight, unused. The fear is real.

For a sensitive child like Ray, time is a strange thing. “A few months” feels like a lifetime when you’re waiting for a game of catch or a bedtime story. What if his dad’s gone for more than a few months? What then?

Ray’s mom does her best to hold everything together. She sometimes takes on odd jobs around town to keep up with the bills. Ray thinks she tries to stay busy so she doesn’t have time to think.

That’s why Ray’s mom started dropping him off at the Shady Pines Community Center after school. Edna Sanders works there part time. It’s where Ray first met Boomer and Halley. Edna’s four-legged kids often make rounds at the center with their mom. Ray started joining them. Director Rita Malena knows that Ray and his mom are going through a tough time. She pays extra attention to the studious youngster and often sends Ray home with a casserole for their dinner.

Sometimes Edna takes Ray and her “kids” to nearby Stonewall Park to play catch. Ray loves to watch Boomer run after the flying disc. Halley thinks it’s just another silly thing that the Australian Shepherd likes to do. She figures it’s far better to hang back and get attention from Ray in between throws.

Even with this distraction, Ray often thinks about his mom. He notices the tired lines around her eyes when she thinks he isn’t looking. He sees her checking the mailbox with a hopeful expression that fades when there’s no handwritten letter from his dad. The fact is they live every day with the uncertainty of how to manage until he comes home. It’s like a cloud that follows them even on the sunniest day.

This Memorial Day, Ray isn’t just thinking about history because he’s living it. He’s learning that behind every soldier is a family like the Robinsons, doing the hard work of waiting.

We often think of bravery as something that happens far away, but Ray and his mom remind us that acts of bravery are often happening all around us. This Memorial Day weekend let’s celebrate the unofficial start to summer. At the same time, let’s practice Shady Pines Strength by being extra patient and kind to everyone we meet. You never know who might be carrying a heavy heart or waiting for a loved one to come home.



This Mother’s Day in Shady Pines Edna Sanders Shares the Joy of Becoming Mom

This Mother’s Day in Shady Pines Edna Sanders Shares the Joy of Becoming Mom

And So It Begins

Dear Readers, in honor of Mother’s Day I thought you’d like to hear from one of our neighbors who became a mom when she least expected it. Yes I’m talking about Edna Sanders. The day she and Harold adopted those two four-legged rascals her life changed forever. I’ll let her tell you.

“Oh, for heaven’s sakes,” says Edna. “If you’d told me I’d be getting teary eyed over a dog slobbering on my good apron or a cat slung over my shoulder, I would’ve laughed right out loud. But here we are, just before another Mother’s Day, and I can’t help reflecting on the sweetest surprise life ever handed me and my Harold: the day we became fur parents.”

“To say that adopting these two critters came as a complete surprise would be the understatement of the year. Or, any year for that matter! I won’t get into exactly how it happened because my author friend, Mary Jane McKittrick, talks all about that in her second book, “Boomer and Halley Lost and Found -Learning to Live in a Blended Family.” I’ll just say it was a life changing experience for all of us.”

“One evening, not long ago, I was sitting out on the back porch in my favorite big wooden chair that rocks a bit. I was admiring my garden of flowers that took such care to get to bloom. Boomer was lying on the ground gnawing on his favorite rawhide bone with his head on my feet. Halley was perched on the armrest. And that’s when it hit me. I never had children of my own. Life just didn’t work out that way for us. But in that moment, with the late sun painting everything in a warm glow and these two babies looking up at me like I hung the moon, my heart swelled so big I thought it might burst.”

I was a mama after all.

“Being a fur mom isn’t always glamorous. There are muddy paw prints on my clean floors, early-morning zoomies that sound like a herd of elephants, and the occasional “gift” of a half-dead lizard from Halley.

But there’s also the way Boomer leans against my leg when I’m feeling blue, like he can sense it. And the way Halley curls into the exact shape of my neck when I’m reading in bed, purring her little heart out.

There’s the laughter when Harold tries to teach Boomer to fetch. Sure as shootin’ he ends up chasing the ball himself while Boom sits there grinning like, “You do it, Dad. They healed something in me I didn’t even know was aching.”

“This Mother’s Day, I want every woman who’s loved a four-legged child to know this: your love counts. The late-night worry when they’re sick, the silly songs you make up for them, the way your heart lights up when they run to greet you—it’s all real mothering. The kindness, caring and love you show them is real. Fur babies don’t replace anything, but they sure do fill up spaces you never knew were empty.”

Adults reading a book

“To my Boomerang and my Halley’s Comet: thank you for choosing us. Not sure who was most lost at the time, but I’m sure glad we found one another. You made my Southern heart a mama’s heart.”

“And to every fur mom reading this—whether you’ve got horses, dogs, cats, birds, bunnies, or all the above—happy Mother’s Day. May your treats be plentiful, your lint rollers never run out, and your fur babies always know how deeply they are loved.

With sweet tea and even sweeter love, Edna Sanders, in the small Southern town of Shady Pines.”



May Day Arrives with Excitement at The Writers Residency in the Real Shady Pines

May Day Arrives with Excitement at The Writers Residency in the Real Shady Pines

And So It Begins

Dear Readers, in honor of Mother’s Day I thought you’d like to hear from one of our neighbors who became a mom when she least expected it. Yes I’m talking about Edna Sanders. The day she and Harold adopted those two four-legged rascals her life changed forever. I’ll let her tell you.

“Oh, for heaven’s sakes,” says Edna. “If you’d told me I’d be getting teary eyed over a dog slobbering on my good apron or a cat slung over my shoulder, I would’ve laughed right out loud. But here we are, just before another Mother’s Day, and I can’t help reflecting on the sweetest surprise life ever handed me and my Harold: the day we became fur parents.”

“To say that adopting these two critters came as a complete surprise would be the understatement of the year. Or, any year for that matter! I won’t get into exactly how it happened because my author friend, Mary Jane McKittrick, talks all about that in her second book, “Boomer and Halley Lost and Found -Learning to Live in a Blended Family.” I’ll just say it was a life changing experience for all of us.”

“One evening, not long ago, I was sitting out on the back porch in my favorite big wooden chair that rocks a bit. I was admiring my garden of flowers that took such care to get to bloom. Boomer was lying on the ground gnawing on his favorite rawhide bone with his head on my feet. Halley was perched on the armrest. And that’s when it hit me. I never had children of my own. Life just didn’t work out that way for us. But in that moment, with the late sun painting everything in a warm glow and these two babies looking up at me like I hung the moon, my heart swelled so big I thought it might burst.”

I was a mama after all.

“Being a fur mom isn’t always glamorous. There are muddy paw prints on my clean floors, early-morning zoomies that sound like a herd of elephants, and the occasional “gift” of a half-dead lizard from Halley.

But there’s also the way Boomer leans against my leg when I’m feeling blue, like he can sense it. And the way Halley curls into the exact shape of my neck when I’m reading in bed, purring her little heart out.

There’s the laughter when Harold tries to teach Boomer to fetch. Sure as shootin’ he ends up chasing the ball himself while Boom sits there grinning like, “You do it, Dad. They healed something in me I didn’t even know was aching.”

“This Mother’s Day, I want every woman who’s loved a four-legged child to know this: your love counts. The late-night worry when they’re sick, the silly songs you make up for them, the way your heart lights up when they run to greet you—it’s all real mothering. The kindness, caring and love you show them is real. Fur babies don’t replace anything, but they sure do fill up spaces you never knew were empty.”

Adults reading a book

“To my Boomerang and my Halley’s Comet: thank you for choosing us. Not sure who was most lost at the time, but I’m sure glad we found one another. You made my Southern heart a mama’s heart.”

“And to every fur mom reading this—whether you’ve got horses, dogs, cats, birds, bunnies, or all the above—happy Mother’s Day. May your treats be plentiful, your lint rollers never run out, and your fur babies always know how deeply they are loved.

With sweet tea and even sweeter love, Edna Sanders, in the small Southern town of Shady Pines.”