The past few months have been difficult, with post surgery complications on my left wrist, however I’ve been getting my dolls together for my next book and just finished a 850 word poem for a doll with many interesting attachments.
Spring on it’s way to the north land after a very snowy winter love to all Imelda.
I have 46 people who want dolls. So far I have 21 of them dressed and 7 poems written and the rest in the planning stages. Will be some very interesting stories to write poems about. I really enjoy getting ready to write the second edition called Personolly Yours Too.
I also recently moved my sister-in-law Liz back to Ashland where my daughter Julie will help me take care of her. I’ve been taking care of Liz going on 7 years now and her dementia is getting worse.
I have had two cataract surgeries and still in post operative recovery for one month. Cannot get corrective lens for another month, so I see more clearly but not good yet for reading or close up.
These are my new glasses, what do you think?
At age 87, Imelda Dickinson is on a mission to contribute
her talents and to help people for as long as she is able.
The Superior woman works in health care and spends
what time she can on a variety of hobbies, including
sewing, gardening and writing. She retired at 65, but missed
working, so she spends 35 hours a week in home health
care, taking care of family members.
She began sewing lap quilts for disabled veterans and gets them to people in need through local groups. And you can even find her online at ImeldaDickinson.com.
Dickinson enjoys sharing stories and last year published
“Personolly Yours,” a collection of poetry and prose that tells
stories through the eyes of a doll.
“It’s a collection of 44 stories that I started writing 25 years ago. I would dress up a doll for a story I wanted to tell. The first one was Emily Dickinson. My father was related to her.”
What Dickinson shares includes some fantasy, but is in large part true stories from her interesting life.
Dickinson is originally of Saint Cloud, Minn., one of 13 siblings who lived in a 14- room house. She speaks fondly of her family — particularly her parents. As a girl, she spent time climbing trees and listening to her parents play music. Her mother could play eight instruments, and music was valued in the family. The children would trade chickens for music lessons. “In earlier years, Mom and Dad started a western band,” Dickinson said. “It was in the depression years.”
Dickinson’s father was a hardworking man who loved his family. He was educated only through the fourth grade and helped raise his nine siblings. He grew up to build a family farm of his own and work full time. Dickinson’s mother was born on a farm.
When they had their own kids, farming continued to be an important part of their lives. Dickinson’s family lived on a 250-acre farm. They raised cows and tended a one-acre garden by the house. One of Dickinson’s chores was to clean the machine used to milk the cows. In the summer, she plucked potato buds and pulled weeds. She helped clean canning jars since her hands
were just the right size. The girls often helped their mother cook meals for the family and do laundry.
The family would play card games and listen to the radio. Some of their favorite programs were “The Lone Ranger,” “The Twilight Zone” and “Inner Sanctum.” Once they got a television, they would watch the “Lawrence Welk Show.”
When the circus arrived in town, Dickinson’s father would take them to see the show.
The children would go skating at a field near their house in the winter and check out books from the library.
As they grew, their parents allowed them to go to the Coliseum Dance Hall for dances — on the condition that one of the brothers would make sure they got home. Every Sunday, Dickinson’s family would attend church. The family needed two pews to sit together.
Dickinson grew to have her own family: three daughters, five grandchildren, one great-grandchild, and eight great great- grandchildren.
She was the first in her family to earn a high school education. She earned a master’s degree in natural health — the lessons her parents taught Dickinson on the farm took root and grew with her over the years. She loves fresh vegetables and sharing her knowledge with others. Healthy living is something she’s passionate about teaching. She has taught classes on vegetarian eating and handling stress.
Even today, when the weather allows, Dickinson can
be found growing peas, carrots and other vegetables, and tending her flowers. She continues to haul wood, rake leaves and shovel snow. “Be kind to one another and value friendships,” she advised. “Appreciate small things; they happen more often. I go to bed and thank God for another day of life.”
With an eye on the future, there is a second edition in the works titled “Personolly Yours, Too.” Dickinson is still working on it and looks forward to sharing more stories and adventures.
Let’s meet! I will be at the St. Cloud Public Library MN in the Mississippi room on the first floor on Monday April 2nd 2018 from 7 to 9 pm.
I will be reading excerpts from my book “Personolly Yours”, answering questions and signing copies during a meet and greet. I look forward to seeing you there!
It is snowing up to ten inches tonight here in the Northland as I am inside, safe and warm writing a poem for one of my dolls to be gifted for my second book. So far I have 14 people selected for the book and four pending acceptance. Fun.
My wrist is not healing as it should. Hope I am not allergic to the plate that was placed surgically. My cracked right rib is doing well with natural treatments and rest. I don’t have time to be an invalid with better things to do. ha ha ha.
I am scheduling a poetry reading in my home town of St. Cloud, MN right after Easter. I will be interviewed beforehand by request of a reporter of The Daily Times, the local newspaper as soon as the Librarian schedules date and time
This beautiful Hibbing winter wonderland photo is from Dale Gordon
You may remember that I broke my wrist a few months ago while pulling a sled full of bricks across my sidewalk. Well, I’m happy to report that I’m through with physical therapy now! I’m able to use my hand and I’m even driving again. Boy did I miss that! Thank you all so very much for the warm and loving wishes I received.
On another note, I’m thinking about writing my second book; “Personolly Yours Too”.
Stay tuned and I will keep you posted.
“Dollies” have long inspired Imelda Dickinson of Superior.
They’ve inspired her to stitch wardrobes that match their personalities to give away, and they’ve inspired her to tell her stories in poetry and prose.
Her own dollies reflect her long-ago desire to be a ballerina.
And most recently, dollies inspired the 87-year-old to become a first-time published author with the release of “Personolly Yours.”
“It’s a collection of 44 stories that I started writing 25 years ago,” Dickinson said. “I would dress up a doll for a story I wanted to tell. The first one was Emily Dickinson. My father was related to her,” a cousin.
The stories cover topics such as love, family, forgiveness, tragedy, the Great Lakes, adoption, animals, holidays, laughter, music, America and the sky.
“The stories are 99 percent true,” Dickinson said.
Dickinson said her inspiration came from family and life experiences.
“All my brothers had a doll,” Dickinson said. “My brother (Frank) was a captain on the ore boats and so he always had her in the crow’s nest — so it talks about the Great Lakes.”
Dickinson said she never imagined her brother Frank, a “manly-man” would ever want a doll, but no one dared mention it as the doll looked out from the crow’s nest.
“It talks about music because my mother was raised in a very musical family. She could play eight instruments and she didn’t know how to read a note.”
Dickinson said her brothers and sisters were all very musical.
“I wanted to learn, but I wouldn’t carry a dead chicken to the nun’s house, so I didn’t get my lessons,” she said.
Dickinson was a reluctant author because the stories are very personal, she said.
“I give the dollies to family, and later friends; then my daughter Molly said I should publish,” Dickinson said. “I said I really don’t know if I should. This is very personal to have my words out there for everyone to read. The stories are very personal. She said ‘all the more reason.'”
When she decided to publish, Dickinson said getting published wasn’t easy. Publishers either wanted a lot of money to self-publish or they wanted her to get an agent. She finally decided to self-publish with Amazon.
“I was glad I decided to publish,” Dickinson said. “I didn’t have the reservations I thought I would have. Everyone who has a family can relate to this book; that’s why I’m glad I decided to publish.”
She said that reviews are starting to come in and she’s pleased people like the book.
“If you like long poetry … similar to Emily Dickinson style, you will love this book,” Brad Saint George wrote in a review on amazon.com. “Imelda spent decades giving away custom, unique dolls to her friends and family. Each doll tells a story, some sad, some happy, but all interesting and well told.”
Dickinson said she’s even considering starting a second book, “Personolly Yours Too” and has 13 people lined up who would like their stories told.
“Everyone has a story,” Dickinson said.
“You don’t really have to grow up reading my book,” Dickinson said.
In addition to Amazon, she said she has a few copies on consignment at Zenith Bookstore, 308 N. Central Entrance, Duluth. But to get copies of the books with images of the dolls, contact her through her website at imeldadickinson.com. Those are the only books that come with images of her customized dolls, Dickinson said.
Original article: http://www.superiortelegram.com/entertainment/4379018-doll-poetic-tale
Lovely sunny day in the Northland. My wrist is healing better. More active with the therapy also. Not quite ready for my poetry reading in St.Cloud, Mn. Hopefully in spring of 2018. Still busy with my sister Liz. She went to the hospital because she fell at home, no injuries though. Other family doing well. Keep in touch. Love as ever.
Tonight I attended the “Ask a Published Author” event at the Duluth Public Library. It was a great meeting with an excellent panel of professionals in the literary field. There were some great questions fielded by many writers in the beginning stage of their profession. It was a very informative and educational meeting and I think everyone really enjoyed themselves. I’m glad I was able to attend.
The panel consisted of:
Robin Washington (Journalism)
Margi Preus (Children and Young Readers)
Lucie Amundsen (Memoir)
Dudley Edmondson (Non-Fiction)
Danielle Sosin (Fiction)
Ryan Vine (Poetry)
Amber Laura Young (Romance and Self-Publishing)
Claire Kirch (correspondent for Publishers Weekly Magazine)
April 26th, 2017.
I had my very first book signing at the Vaughn Public Library in Ashland Wisconsin last Tuesday the 25th of April 2017.
The weather was bad so there was not a large turnout however I was excited and consider it a learning experience. I’m certainly looking forward to my next event, check the event section of my website to see when and where I will be!
I’m very excited to announce that at 87 years old, I’ve just published my book Personolly Yours and you can get your copy here: www.amzn.to/2ox2Woj
- Paperback: 345 pages
- Publisher: Independently published (February 6, 2017)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 1520532032
- ISBN-13: 978-1520532035
- Product Dimensions: 6 x 0.9 x 9 inches
It has been a long time since I have written my periodic postal letter.
I have been busy writing my dolly book “Personolly Yours” and it is now complete, edited and I am in the process of looking for a publisher.
You will be pleased to know the first poem is written and dedicated to author/poet Emily Dickinson in her memory.
I have talked to an agent of her museum in Amherst, MA and they will accept a copy of her poem with pictures to display in the museum. I will do that soon.
It has been exciting and stimulating to complete 41 of the adult poems and two children’s stories in epic poetry.
As soon as a publisher will accept my work I will post the publisher on my website, as well as get my postal letter out to those who do not have electronic viewing.
Spring has come to the Northland, and I have spent much time in my new flower garden plus updating poems not listed on this website.
A Carpenter’s carpenter
Hearts hurt this mourning, echoes quiet grief
For a husband-father slipped beyond autumn’s leaf
Into winter’s winds so harsh, who can bear the pains?
Yesterday his nearness felt today only his remains.
Remember love like it was, unbroken circles knew
Life’s smoothness for time as it was, he and you
Recall family’s happiness given each a measure
A Carpenter of Scripture cradles a carpenter your treasure.
Poem written October 1986
For my friend June and her family in the loss of their grown son