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The Most Famous Author You Never Heard Of.

The Summer of Joe and Frank was marked by almost-daily hikes to the public library, where a summer reading program for kids was offering a gummed-back sticker for every completed book. I’ve always had a competitive streak, and figured the way to fill up my stick’em-on page was to tackle the Hardy Boys.

There was certainly a collection of titles. The Tower Treasure was the first book in the series, and when I carried a copy home that summer, it had already been read by generations of young boys. Of course, I didn’t know that. (Just the beginning of things I didn’t know.)

As young sleuths, Joe and Frank Hardy found their way into all the exciting situations a kid could imagine. Their father is the great detective Fenton Hardy, but – as every boy reading the book would have it – the cases are solved by the brothers, who must rescue their dad, more often than not.

More than 70-million copies have been sold, in some two-dozen languages, quite a writing-plume in the cap of Franklin W. Dixon.

Except he didn’t write a single word.

Maybe I was the last one in the world to learn it, but Franklin W. Dixon was a made-up-name created by Edward Stratemeyer, a New Jersey writer and businessman. Mr. Stratemeyer grew up in Elizabethtown, where his father and brothers were successful entrepreneurs. Edward quit their cigar-making business to manufacture stories.

He created a couple of brother-detectives, and then – over the course of his lifetime – hired writers to pen the stories for the Stratemeyer Syndicate, his publishing firm. And he didn’t stop with the boys. Nancy Drew became the fictional counterpart, penned by Carolyn Keene (another name made up by Mr. Stratemeyer).

When his stable was complete, Edward Stratemeyer and his firm had to their credit, the Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, Tom Swift, the Bobbsey Twins, the Rover Twins, and others. All told, the juvenile fiction titles have sold more than 500 million copies, and most are still in print. Stratemeyer alone is said to have written over a thousand books.

At his death in 1930, the reins of the business were turned over to his Wellesley College educated daughter, Harriet Stratemeyer Adams, who was just as prolific as her father and wrote books under several of the pen-names.

It’s obvious that I would have been the dumb-as-dirt sidekick in the Hardy Boy world. It took me all these years to figure out the Case of the Secret Writers. I can only offer the single true fact that kept me from learning the truth before now.

I didn’t have a clue.

Read’em if you got’em. And if you don’t…

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Not a Hot Streak, but it warms me anyway.

I believe this is the message my vehicle is trying to tell me:

Van (laboring in vain as I turn the key and the engine slowly grinds): Will. You. Just. Stop? If you were a robot, you’d be dead, too.

Single-digit temperatures and The Beast don’t get along. Mostly the van doesn’t move along when bitterly cold weather is at hand. Or at battery. Fortunately, I suspected as much and did not waste time scraping the ice off the passenger-side windows before cranking the engine over. (That’s an overly-optimistic description of what happened.)

Borrowed car later, I’m here at the shop – an island of warmth in the midst of a frosty, snowy wasteland.

Normally, by eleven-thirty in the morning, the parking spaces in front of the store are already filled. People getting an early-jump on lunch at the Main Street Tavern and the BruHouse Grill. Normally, I’m ready to serve lunch at this hour of the day as well, which adds a little to the lunchtime parking demand.

As you can see in the snapshots, there is no problem at all today. Plenty of wide-open spots in which to roll up, roll in, and grab something to eat. Except, you’ll have to opt for my neighbor’s tables for lunch today. I finally arrived just a few minutes ago and it’s a little late in the morning to start peeling carrots and potatoes.

So, I’ve taped a little notice to the front door that the Bistro kitchen is closed today, along with most of the schools in northeastern Oklahoma, and most of the businesses on my block here in the Rose District. (I didn’t put all that info on the little sign, just the Bistro part.)

When I was introduced to the five-degree temperature and that bitingly-crisp breeze, I wondered about the relative point in opening the store on such a day. Book emergencies are even more rare in this eReader day and age.

But I’m in my eighth year on Main Street, offering nicely-kept books to folks, at always-reasonable prices. And in all those days of turning on the lights and unlocking the front door, I’ve always sold a book. (Well – there was an afternoon during that blizzard several years back, when after several days trapped indoors I dug out the car and slid to the shop for two hours. Then locked up and slid back home. It was more an adventure in cabin fever relief than retail sales opportunities.)

The point of opening today?

It must have been for the young woman who breezed in (I felt the cold wind accompany her) and went directly to the parenting books. What to Expect when You’re Expecting. I had to stop my typing here to ring up her purchase. Maybe not a book emergency, but she did say, “I’m so glad you’re open” as she walked in front of the counter.

That makes me feel good.

That might be the only sale of the day – for all I know. But the seven-plus year streak is still alive and – more importantly – I was here and had the book she was looking for. That makes a bookseller feel all warm inside.

An important feeling on such a day as this.

When we get a weather break, I hope you’ll

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Bookwork. The binding kind.

I bought a book and some work today. One of those eBay auctions that seemed appealing at the moment. You find yourself with the winning bid and then wonder: What was I thinking?

Obviously, I love books. History, too. Put me in front of historical old books and I’m like a kid in a candy store.

The auction? A book from 1824 written by Washington Irving under the pen name Launcelot Longstaff. Salmagundi was a periodical written between 1807 and 1808 by Irving and his brother, along with another fellow. They were poking fun at New York and New Yorkers like the satirical Mad Magazine does. Irving’s publisher took the stories from his periodicals and turned them into a book.

Washington Irving has come up several times in the course of my research work, although I’m not sure why that is. Once, I was trying to track down an oil painting for someone and there were indications the artwork was owned by the museum at Irving’s New York state home. (They couldn’t find it, but I think the curator enjoyed the hunt as much as I did…)

Somewhere along the line I had learned that Irving entered (what was then) Indian Territory as part of a western tour. The 1832 Henry Ellsworth expedition passed directly through areas along the Arkansas River where Broken Arrow and Bixby were later founded. In fact, Bixby has remembered the tour with its Washington Irving Memorial Park and Arboretum, just north of the river bridge on Memorial.

So, my little auction-find pre-dates his visit to Oklahoma. The fact that the book was published during Irving’s lifetime is a major bonus.

The “work” part of the purchase? The rebinding that will be required to put it back into presentable shape.

Besides the bidding and buying, these book adventures represent the possibility of learning something new. This auction-win came through on that account as well.

In trying to figure out what the title of the book made reference to, I learned that Washington Irving was also behind the New York terms “knickerbocker” (as in New York Knicks), and “Gotham” (often rendered as Gotham City). The title “Salmagundi” is a word representing a “mish-mash” or “wide variety.” Irving’s periodical was obviously well-named, even if obscurely so. Diedrich Knickerbocker was another Irving pen name. I knew that one, but didn’t know that it was in his Salmagundi periodical that Washington Irving poked fun at New Yorkers and suggested their intellectually-challenged nature was just the same as the knuckleheads who lived in Gotham, Nottinghamshire, England.

You never know what terms and phrases will stick.

But, I’m guessing most NBA Knicks fans and Batman-Gotham City aficionados don’t know the reason those terms are in use. (I suppose I shouldn’t feel smug about it, since I only just learned it today.)

So much for this salmagundi of non-essential information…

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

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