The greatest gift you can give your child is a Dream.
Children’s Bed Time Story
AUTHOR - THOMAS LARSON
LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS EVERYWHERE
And Dorothy Larson
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These are the children's bed time stories as told to me the Dreamer they are in a series of 15 books, for children of ages 1 to 10. The cost for each book is only $2.95 plus postage. You can also purchase the complete collection for $35.00 plus shipping.
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All the story's are about a boy named Patrick, who falls into a dream sleep and in the most unusual places, then dreams of great adventures. The title of each story in the series are below. The story's were told by my mother too my brothers and I at bed time, during the time we grow up.
During her life she always wanted to have other's enjoy them, but never had them published. I did this for her. Dorothy Larson was my mother and these are her story's. I hope you enjoy them as much as we did in our youth. Tell your friends about our site.
Bed Time Story 1 Little Patrick and His Autumn Day Dream.
Bed Time Story 16 Little Patrick's Magic Hat. (coming soon)The Dreamer
Children’s Bed Time Story
Introducing Little Patrick.
Many years ago, when I was a young child, a beautiful, wise woman told me that I could be and have anything that I could dream. She said that a dream was like a seed planted in my brain. She told me that if I took care of that seed, it would grow into what ever I wanted.
She told me this after I shared with her a dream that I had just dreamed. Since then, I have had more Dreams than I can remember. But the ones that I do remember are the ones that I took care of.
I am a grown man now. I am also a father. I have been blessed in my life time and I owe it all to my parents who showed me the way.
That wise woman was my mother and she was my constant companion for three years of my life, while daddy was in a far away place. Dad, had gone to Alaska to help build a long, long road. It was hard to find work in those days and although he hated to leave his family, he had no other choice and no other way to pay the bills.
Before he left, he promised me that when he came home, we would spend lots of time together. But for the time being, it was just mom and I. Dad had made me promise to take care of mom and to listen to what she said.
In my mind, mom was, and still is my best friend. But fathers have a special place in their sons heart and so it was with me as well. I couldn't wait for daddy to come home.
In the meantime, I had a job to do and that was to take care of mom. She was my world but I had my own dreams. Whenever I had a dream, I would always share it with mom and she would always stop what she was doing, so she could listen carefully. After I told her about my dreams, my mother would always say that she needed to rest for a while. Little did I know, that she had kept a diary of every dream that I had told her.
Ten years ago, mother turned 60. She called me and said that she was sending something to me. Although I was already a grown man, I was excited to find out what it was that she was sending me but she wouldn't tell me what it was.
Finally, three days later, I received a package in the mail. It was from mom. She had sent me my dreams. Suddenly, as I began reading, I was six years old again and all the memories came back to me as if they were just taking place.
Mother had written a little note. It said. "To my son, with love that only a mother can feel. I called you "The Dreamer" when you were just a boy. I loved you so much then, and I always will!"
To my surprise, tears came to my eyes and I was "Little Patrick" again.
"Little Patrick - The Dreamer"
As with anything else, nothing is worth much unless it is shared. That is why I decided to share it all with you.
Let's start at the beginning! I was born and raised in a little village by the sea. My name Patrick Jay Brady. I have straight, white hair, a turned up nose as well as a very active mind, that you will soon discover! According to my parents though, my most striking feature was my "unusually large, sky-blue eyes". Dad often stated that to look into my eyes was like looking into a dream.
My father's name was also Patrick, but no one ever called me Junior. My mother always called me "Little Patrick, or The Dreamer" My father just called me "Son".
When daddy left us to go to Alaska, I was only six years old. My mother did all that she could to raise me right. I can never thank her enough for all that she did for me. My life was so filled with playing, dreaming, laughing and visiting that at times I would take a nap wherever I happened to be. I would nap at my grandfather’s farm, at the sea shore and yes even in church at times. My favorite place to nap, however, was under any tree and there were many to choose from.
As I began to pour myself into my boyhood dreams, the idea came upon me to share some of them with you. I hope you enjoy hearing them as much as I enjoyed dreaming them. Here are some of my favorites from my mothers diaries. Now, you also will know all of my dreams for I will tell them to you, just as little Patrick related them to his mother.
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Little Patrick's Magic Hat
Little Patrick and the Mountain Adventure.
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