stories for children

A STORY OF STARS
Just Like Grandpa Told It
A STORY OF STARS
Every night when I go to bed I can see the stars through the window that is
right near my bed. I'm sure you don't see anything special about that, but I do.
My mom and I arranged my room so my bed was there because seeing the
stars every night reminds me of my grandfather. He was a very special man
and taught me many things. The most special lessons I learned from him was
his story of the stars.
• Most people look up at the stars and don't give them much thought. They're
just there on cloudless nights providing a little bit of light to our world or
making just the right mood for couples out on a date. They think they are
romantic or something. I don't understand that yet because I'm only twelve
years old. I do understand how important stars are though and I don't think that
anybody else in the whole world really knows the secret of the stars. My
grandfather did though and he shared it with me. I'm not really sure if he ever
told anybody else.
A STORY OF STARS
• When I was seven years old I visited my grandfather on his farm in the
country. He was always busy from the time the sun came up in the morning
until it went down at night. He would work in the fields and only stop long
enough to eat something around noon. My grandmother would call him in by
ringing a metal triangle thing that was really loud and that way grandpa would
know that lunch was ready. When he got there we would all sit around this
really big table and eat more food than you have probably ever seen in your
life. I still remember the smell of everything cooking in the kitchen as it was
being prepared on the old wood stove by my grandmother.
• The most special time of the day was when grandpa would come in from
working in the field at night. He would always sit at his little desk and do some
paperwork and then turn to me and say "Well little one, what did you learn
today?" He always said that if you didn't learn something new every day then
you weren't really alive. Most of the time I could answer him with something
that I had learned or discovered but once I really couldn't think of anything for
that day.
A STORY OF STARS
• He said, "well I'll tell you what, you ask me any question you can think
of and if I can answer it I will. If I can't answer it then you will have a
project for tomorrow. You must find the answer to your question and
teach me what you learned."
• That sounded like a lot of fun so I thought real hard to ask a question
he couldn't answer. Finally I said "Grandpa, where did the stars come
from?" I just knew he wouldn't be able to answer that question. But,
like always, he smiled and said "let's take a walk and discuss your
question. I think you will really like my answer. In fact, you and I will
be the only two people in the whole world that really know the truth
about the stars."
• I was so excited I could hardly wait to get out the back porch door. I
grabbed his hand and said, "come on grandpa, let's go!"
A STORY OF STARS
• Grandpa's hands were big and you would think that after all of the hard work
he did on the farm that they would have been really hard. But they weren't. I
remember my little hands fitting right up inside of his and always thought that
they were the softest skin I had ever touched. We always walked hand-in-hand
when we took walks together. Sometimes my dad would go along with us but I
would always hold grandpa's hand. My dad would just smile and walk along
with us. He already had his turn with grandpa while he was growing up so now
he was sharing him with me.
• There was a little two-lane path in the back of the farmhouse that led out in
two different directions. One direction would take you into a small woods
where my dad would go hunting in the Fall. The other path took you out into a
field that had only one big oak tree almost right in the middle of it. We took
that path into the field to discuss stars.
A STORY OF STARS
• Grandpa didn't say much while we were walking. In fact all he said for
the whole way into the field was "honey, just look up and see if you
can count the stars."
• Have you ever tried to count the stars? If you live in a city there are too
many lights shining so you can't count them but if you live in the
country it is a little easier. I started counting but kept losing my count
when I would have to step over a rock or a hole in the ground. It really
was very dark out in the field. Finally I just gave up and said "I don't
think you can count all of the stars grandpa." He smiled and said
"you're right, it's not possible. But it used to be possible and that's part
of the story I'm going to share with you."
A STORY OF STARS
• When we reached the big tree grandpa put down the blanket he had
brought with him. He laid it out on the smoothest part of the ground he
could find. It wasn't right next to the trunk of the tree because there
were too many branches covering the sky from there. He put it almost
out to the edge and said that from there we would be able to lay down
and look up at the stars. We laid down on our backs and grandpa said
"can you hear them?" I said "can I hear what, grandpa?" He said "the
stars, can you hear them?" I had never heard of such a thing. How
could you hear stars? They were just little lights in the sky and as far as
I could tell they were so far away you could just barely see them, and
if they made any noise at all you certainly wouldn't be able to hear
them. When I told grandpa that I couldn't hear anything he said "you're
right, you can't hear them now, but there was a time that you could and
that's another part of my story.“
A STORY OF STARS
• Grandpa's voice was very low. He was a singer in the church choir and
I just loved to listen to him sing. When he spoke people always
listened because not many people had a voice that was as low or
sounded as smooth as his did.
• Before grandpa began telling me about the stars we just laid there
listening to all of the sounds of the night. Crickets were chirping, there
was a squirrel in the tree making a chattering noise and off in the
distance an owl was hooting. Grandpa began to speak and every
animal suddenly stopped making noise. I think they had heard him tell
stories before and were looking forward to the next one as much as I
was.
A STORY OF STARS
• "Little One," grandpa began, "stars are very special. They were created to do
just one thing and to do it better than anything else. They are in the sky to give
us light. But," he continued, "they do more than that. They let us dream of
things in the night sky. They allow us to dream happy dreams and most of all
they give us direction by always being there when we need them."
• By now I was totally confused and asked him to explain. "Okay he said. Let's
talk about the light they provide. Sometime during every month the moon is
hardly visible. But the stars, when there are no clouds to block our view, are
always there shining brightly just as they have since they were created. The
moon reflects the light of the sun but the stars make their own light. They don't
depend on the sun's light to shine brightly in the sky like the moon and the
other planets do. That's why sailors could always find their way home when
they were in the middle of the ocean and didn't have any way to know which
way they were sailing. They could always depend on the stars to guide them.
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• Stars have been the subject of many poems. Even simple poems like the one
you've often said when you see the first falling star in the evening and make a
wish." I agreed that I said that one often because I had so many things that I
wanted to wish for. After all, I was only seven years old. "Even I sometimes
look up when the day is done and the light is fading in the sky and look for the
very first star so I can make a wish. Usually it is about being able to live a long
and happy life so I can share times like this with you and my family." I smiled
and looked up at him as he continued.
• "Everyone should dream of what the future holds for them. What would the
world be like if nobody dreamed of being the person that discovered
something special that would change life for the better for everyone on earth? I
think life would be pretty boring if we didn't dream, don't you?" I nodded my
head that I agreed but didn't want to say anything just in case he would stop
telling me about the stars.
A STORY OF STARS
• "Do you know how stars used to make noise enough so you could hear them?"
No, I said quietly, how did they make noise? And, I continued, why can't we
hear the noise anymore? "Well he said, there was a time when the stars were
first created by God that there wasn't anything else on earth yet. So, when the
stars first took their places in the sky they swooshed out to their new homes at
a really high speed. After all they had long journeys ahead of them to get to
their new homes. So as they were traveling out into the sky they all got
together and decided to have a contest to see who could get there first." He
continued. "Have you ever heard the noise of a fire in the fireplace?" Yes, I
said, it crackles and hisses and makes all sorts of noise. But you have to be
quiet to hear it. "Yes," he said, "that is what I mean. Stars all zooming out into
space at the same time created quite a display. Sort of like fireworks going off
only far more brightly lit than any fireworks you have ever seen. Just imagine
billions and billions of stars racing into space at the same time. They wanted to
show off and be the first to arrive at their new home. They left big trails of fire
behind them as they raced outward." Wouldn't that have been a sight to see I
thought to myself.
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• "Of course with all of that going on there was lots of noise and that's why you
could hear them no matter where on earth you were." Why can't we hear them
anymore, I asked. "Well, now all of the stars are in their homes and they aren't
racing anyplace anymore. Now we can only see how brightly they shine in the
night sky. And there's so much noise here on earth now that even if they were
still racing there wouldn't be any way to hear them. It really is sort of sad when
you stop and think about it. I wished I could have heard it. How exciting it
must have been to see and hear."
• I could see grandpa's eyes. They seemed to be shining just like the stars. I
thought I saw tears in his eyes or maybe it was just happiness shining through
from his soul. I've always thought that he enjoyed telling me stories just as
much as I liked hearing them. He was quiet now just looking up into the sky.
He reached over and squeezed my hand in his and said "I think it is time we
went back to the house, little one. Grandma is probably starting to worry that
something has happened to us out here." We walked back to the house still
holding hands and looking up at the stars.
A STORY OF STARS
• When grandpa said that grandma would worry that something had happened to
us while we were away from the house I don't think he really ever realized that
indeed something really wonderful had happened. I got my first real look at
the stars and a memory that nobody could ever take from me.
• I never got to go out into the field with my grandpa again because only two
weeks later he died.
• I guess he forgot to tell anybody that he was real sick. Or maybe he just
wanted to go visit the stars. I miss him so much but I know that whenever I
look into the night sky he is looking right back down at me.
• I like to think that God gave him his very own star and that he lives on one of
the stars now and each night when he sees me looking up from my bedroom
window he shines extra bright just for me to notice him.
• I listen for him too. And, even though he said that we can't hear stars
anymore...I can still hear him in my heart.