Elizabeth Arkward Newton
This book is about a little boy who had no desire to use his brain, unless it had some connection to his make-believe world. He complained that he did not know how to dress himself or how to put on his coat . It was even harder to put his shoes on the right feet or to button his shirt up correctly. On top of all that, his mother expected him to brush his hair and to brush his teeth. He wished God had given him an extra toy instead of a brain. Using his brain took too much time away from his make-believe world. Therefore, he wished he did not have a brain. He was convienced that he would be fine without a brain.
Elizabeth Arkward Newton, the youngest of eight children. Was born in Lyndhurst, Virginia and raised in the valley of the Afton Mountains. Her primary and secondary education was in the public school systems of Albemarle and Nelson counties. High School education was provided by the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament at Saint Francis De Sales (Castle on the James River) in Powhatan, Virginia. Saint Francis De Sales was an all girls' prep-high school, founded by Saint Katharine Drexel in 1891 for disadvantaged African American and Indian girls. The school was designed to promote dignity, self-respect and a high degree of Christian education.
She retired from the U.S. Department of Labor in Washington, DC after 30 years of service as a Budget/Management Analyst, in the Office of the Solicitor. After retirement, she worked as a substitute teacher for the Prince George’s Public School system and Capitol Christian Academy, a private Christian school in Upper Marlboro, Maryland.
She currently live in Troy, Virginia with her husband. She is the mother of six children, one stepson, and thirteen grandchildren. Her inspiration for writing children's stories comes from her beautiful grandchildren, a happy and adventurous childhood in the rolling hills of Virginia and many positive experiences as a substitute teacher working with elementary school children.
This particular morning as Frisky sat high in the oak tree, he noticed someone different coming out of the door. He also noticed that this someone did not dash out of the house to mark his turf or sniff the ground. This someone went straight to the swing and plopped himself down. This someone was pouting and wishing he did not have a brain.
