When Haven Kimmel was born in 1965, Mooreland, Indiana, was a sleepy little hamlet of three hundred people. Nicknamed "Zippy" for the way she would bolt around the house, this small girl was possessed of big eyes and even bigger ears. In this witty and lovingly told memoir, Kimmel takes readers back to a time when small-town America was caught in the amber of the innocent postwar period-people helped their neighbors, went to church on Sunday, and kept barnyard animals in their backyards.Laced with fine storytelling, sharp wit, dead-on observations, and moments of sheer joy, Haven Kimmel's straight-shooting portrait of her childhood gives us a heroine who is wonderfully sweet and sly as she navigates the quirky adult world that surrounds Zippy.
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1 . Fall Down Funny
Posted January 15, 2010 by Lise , Craven, Saskatchewan CanadaThis book is, without a word of a lie, one of the fall down funniest books ever written.
Buy it twice.
2 . I have read this book three times
Posted June 28, 2009 by Peg Prather , Vancouver, WAThis is honestly one of the best books I've ever read. I own a copy of it that I will loan out, but always want it back. The writing and each little story is so clever; what a charming, kooky little girl! Haven, if this is really about your childhood, it was quite the world you lived in! Thanks for sharing it with us.
May 31, 2002
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Excerpt from A Girl Named Zippy by Haven Kimmel
The following was recorded by my mother in my baby book, under the heading MILESTONES:
FIRST STEPS: Nine months! Precocious!
FIRST TEETH: Bottom two, at eight months. Still nursing her, but she doesn't bite, thank goodness!
FIRST SAYS "MOMMY": (blank)
FIRST SAYS "DADDY": (blank)
FIRST WAVES BYE-BYE: As of her first birthday, she is not much interested in waving bye-bye.
At age eighteen months, the baby book provided a space for FURTHER MILESTONES, in which my mother wrote:
She's still very active and energetic. Her daddy calls her "Zippy," after a little chimpanzee he saw roller-skating on television. The monkey was first in one place and then zip! in another. Has twelve teeth. I'm still nursing her -- she's a thin baby, and it can't hurt -- but I'm thinking of weaning her to a bottle. There's no sense in trying to get her to drink from a cup. Still not talking. Dr. Heilman says she has perfectly good vocal cords, and to give it time.
On my second birthday:
Still no words from our little Zippy. She is otherwise a delight and a very sweet baby. I have turned her life over to God, to do with as He sees fit. I believe He must have a very special plan for her, because I'm sure that terrible staph infection in her ear that nearly killed her when she was a newborn must have, as the doctors feared, reached her brain. She is so quiet we hardly know she is here, and so unlike many of our friends, we can speak freely in front of her without fear she will repeat us. Little Becky Dawson walked up to Agnes Johnson in church last Sunday and called her Broad As A Barn. You know she heard that at home. We are very grateful for our little angel on her second birthday.
This entry was made on a separate piece of paper:
I've been thinking about first words, and so before I forget, here are some other important ones:
Bob: Me (Mom Mary thought this was so cute; she says she first thought he was saying ma ma ma but really he was saying me me me)
My first word, of course, was Magazine.
The other day I overheard Melinda saying her night-time prayers, and she was asking that someday her little sister be able to tie her shoes. Bless her heart. We all hope as much.
Under FAVORITE ACTIVITIES, Mom recorded:
God's Own Special Angel: Our Miracle Baby!
Far and away her favorite activity is rocking. She has her own rocking chair, and Bob rocks her to sleep every night. She is now refusing to take naps in her baby bed; if I try putting her down she doesn't cry or make any noise, but holds on to the rail and bounces so hard and for so long that I fear for her little spinal cord. She is not content until I put her on her rocking horse, where she bounces hard enough to cause it to hop across the floor. Eventually she grows weary and begins rocking, and then the rocking slows down, and finally she puts her head down on the hard, plastic mane and falls asleep, and I am able to move her to her bed.