John Eddy holds a large copy of The Lost Blanket for Village School students while Christine and 36-year-old Morris Teddy read to them.
By Christine Grayden
IN MARCH this year, as I approached my May 16 big 70 birthday, I decided to do something useful with that milestone. Maybe raise some money for a worthy cause; a charity that welcomed celebratory donations on behalf of friends and family. But I didn’t want to just ask for money. I wanted to DO something. Finding sponsors and running a marathon being out of the question, I fell back on two of the things I most love to do – write and draw.
I’d just finished a draft of a story about an old, frail retired teacher stuck in a nursing home during the Covid lockdown, unable to see a child for over a year. I realised that character was reflecting how I felt about my own isolating situation. I missed children terribly too.
IN MARCH this year, as I approached my May 16 big 70 birthday, I decided to do something useful with that milestone. Maybe raise some money for a worthy cause; a charity that welcomed celebratory donations on behalf of friends and family. But I didn’t want to just ask for money. I wanted to DO something. Finding sponsors and running a marathon being out of the question, I fell back on two of the things I most love to do – write and draw.
I’d just finished a draft of a story about an old, frail retired teacher stuck in a nursing home during the Covid lockdown, unable to see a child for over a year. I realised that character was reflecting how I felt about my own isolating situation. I missed children terribly too.





