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“Me & My Money” Childrens’ book by A. K. Buckroth

July 9, 2012


This book is about thoughtful awareness of a child.  Before the writing of this book, the disease of diabetes had already become a pandemic.  It affects and effects children and their family members on a global scale, en masse.  Unbeknownst to many people, diabetes has also dramatically and emphatically entered into the lives of animals, all kinds of animals.

With foresight, the intentions of this book are toward global awareness of this disease and an urgent alert.  Diabetes is treatable, but horrific complications continue to exist.  There is no cure.

This story will open your mind to  this disease.  A diabetic child falls in love with a dog.  The dog becomes ill due to diabetes.  Therefore, child and dog have a special relationship, a special bond.  Generations of children also  with diabetes for too long.  Generations of animals are diagnosed with diabetes as well, and the statistics are rising not only with cats and dogs, but horses and rabbits.  This book is meant to be a tool of awareness.

The author was diagnosed with diabetes in 1959.  Her first story, “My Diabetic Soul – An Autobiography” is a historical, inspirational and eventful truism of her life as a diabetic – from infancy through middle-age.  Throughout her life, A. K. Buckroth has maintained learning how to care for herself with strategic and daily planning.  It can be done – successfully and courageously.  However, when the life of a diabetic child or the life of a diabetic pet is your responsibility day-after-tiresome-day, the mental, spiritual, and physical effects of diabetes can take a toll.

Without explanation, diabetes could affect and effect you.  How many diabetics do you know?

Be aware, cautious and learn.


Due to keeping up with my chores, I occasionally have some change in my pocket.  That’s because my parents give me a weekly allowance that I can spend when I want.

“Make sure you spend wisely,” dad says.

I’m not quite sure what “spend wisely” means, but I think I do okay with what I have.

For instance, one of my friends from school, Wayne, asked me to go to the hobby store one Saturday afternoon.  Because it is school summer vacation time, we could go almost any time, depending on our parents.  However, Saturdays are best.

Wayne and I go way back, to kindergarten.  He is the only red –head kid in our whole grammar school, never mind our fourth grade.  He’s a full blown carrot top with thick hair in wavy curls!  The girls in our class like Wayne more than the boys do.  I think this is because he has good manners and is polite.  Its either that or his clear sky blue eyes.  Most girls I know like blue eyes.  I never thought about it much.  My eyes are dark brown.

Wayne is a pale looking kid.  Most of the time, the only color on Wayne’s face is because of his freckles.  I swear, if he didn’t have freckles, he would be white as a ghost!  I tease him about that, pretending that I can’t see him sometimes.  We laugh.  He blushes all red and pink.  It’s funny to see.

Wayne is shorter than I am, for now.  He teases me about my long brown hair and it being so flat, so straight and thin.  “There’s nothing to your hair,” he tells me as he quickly feels it.  “You don’t even have to brush it, it just hangs there off your fat head.”  He often tells me as if I need to be reminded.

I think Wayne is jealous of my having straight hair.  Brushing his hair is a struggle because it is very thick.  Mine is a lot easier because it is stick straight.  He hates when his mother brushes his hair because “she always pulls it out of my head,” he told me.

“And you have a chubby little pug-nose.  Not like my pointy one at all,” he compares.  “But you get a tan in the summer.  I don’t tan, I burn.  It’s awful,” he explains.  That’s true.

One summer that I remember, his mother covered his face and arms with white, creamy-sticky suntan lotion so he wouldn’t get burned while playing with me in my back yard.  He looked so funny.  That stuff made him smell like the beach.  I laughed at him. He didn’t like that.  And after a while, the suntan lotion disappeared.  But we stayed friends.  He wears that stuff all the time.  Sure, I use it too, but when I forget to rub it on my skin, I don’t get too worried.

”I guess you look like your father,” I told him, because I think he does.  “I look like my mother,” I said.  And that’s okay with me because my mother is beautiful.  My dad’s okay looking – for a dad.  Sometimes he has a moustache.  Mom told him to shave it off because it made her sneeze when they kiss.  Eeeuu!  Sneezing and kissing, yuck!

“Kali” mom called up the stairs.  “Wayne is on the phone for you.”

“Okay.  Thanks.  I’ll get it up here,” I said.

“Hi Wayne,” I answered the phone. “Wassup?”

“Hey.  Can you come to the train store with me today or what?” Wayne asked again.  “I’m looking for a certain model train engine and I think this store will have it,” he told me.

Well, I have no particular interest in model trains, so I knew I wouldn’t buy anything but I would go along with him anyway.  This could be considered a wise decision.  After all, he is my very best friend.  Very best friends do things for each other whether we need to or like to or not.  It was Saturday morning anyway.  Cleaning my room could wait until I got back.  I was thinking, planning.

“Mom, Dad, is it okay with you if I go to the hobby store with Wayne today?” I asked my parents.  “He thinks he found the perfect train engine for his set.  He wants me to go and help him check it out.”

“I don’t mind.  Is your room picked up?” mom asked.

“Not all the way yet, mom,” I said.  “I can finish when I get back.  All I have to do is finish folding my clothes and put them away.  A load of my socks and some t-shirts are still in the dryer.”

“Well, all right.  Did you ask your father?” mom wanted to know.  “And don’t forget to take a snack with you.”

“I know. I already have a pack of peanut butter nabs in my sack with some water.  I don’t know where dad is.  Probably in the garage.”

“Okay,” said my mother.  “If you don’t see your father on your way out, I’ll tell him.  If you do, please remind him that we’re going shopping today.  Oh, are you and Wayne taking your bikes or walking?”

“I’ll think we’ll walk.”  And out the back door I went.