Better half a century late than never. The children's book my Grandpa wrote in the early 1970s and firmly intended to publish, but for various reasons never did. Having brought out my own first book this year (which is of course far simpler and easier than it would have been back then), it seemed fitting to bring his work to completion. With the help of a hand-typed anotated final draft, and two specially comissioned illustrations, the story needed very little extra work. It's all about a tree that decided to walk and the adventures it had. I guess it was intended to be read aloud to kids aged maybe four to five, which is just what I did with it for my own kids some years ago.
