Books with author I. R. Johnson

Mish The Mushroom Man is story for young children about self worth and what we think of ourselves, regardless of what others may think of us. Mish tries to be accepted by the other mushroom men in the forest, with the help of his loyal side kick Sidley the snail. His efforts are unsuccessful. It takes a forest catastrophe to make the other mushroom men see Mish for who he really is, a very brave and wonderful friend to all.

Written by Captain Rob Johnson the Pilot Ollie and Pilot Polly series of books are designed to be engaging, educational and inspiring. The series of books brought to you by www.planecharacters.com follow Pilot Ollie and Pilot Polly through their flights and amazing adventures. The stories introduce famous sights from around the world, different weathers, flags and also international foods and cultures. Captain Rob Johnson has worked for a major international airline for twenty five years and the stories were originally written to share his experiences with his own young children.

Back Cover Summary Hello, I’m Granny Mae. Years ago I had popped a bowl of buttery popcorn to enjoy during a movie I anxiously anticipated watching that evening. Only I did a no-no; that being I put the bowl right next to me in bed. As the movie came on, I promptly fell asleep. Long after the movie had gone off, I woke up. Carefully I moved out of bed so as not to spill the contents of my bowl. I turned on the light to find thousands of ants in the bowl and thousands more traveling from the popcorn bowl, up the wall, and out my bedroom window. These ants were not everywhere but were only in a thick but orderly line out the window. They looked like tiny construction workers. There are over 14,000 species of ants all over the world. In places like the Amazon and rain forests, more species are discovered daily. In California, where I live, there are 270 species. I am thankful most are not house invaders.

A Talented Young Hockey Player and a Dangerous Injury... Ten-year-old Timothy Trainor is a typical happy kid who loves his family and friends. He's lucky enough to have a special talent: he's a great hockey player, and he is close with his teammates on the Chelsea ThunderCats. But things change unexpectedly when a dirty hit to the head during a game gives him a concussion. All of a sudden, Timothy's future as a player is at stake as Timothy, his friends, and his family work through his recovery from an injury that happens all too often in youth sports, and which must be taken seriously. Timothy Trainor draws you into the vivid world of hockey, sending a strong message about how to play the game right, and giving realistic information about the increasingly serious issue of concussions. Full of fast-paced hockey action, warm moments with friends, love and good advice from family, and expertise from an ex-pro hockey playing grandfather, Timothy Trainor is an engaging and educational read for the whole family. Will Timothy recover from his injury? Will he be able to play again...and will he be able to meet or exceed his past performance? Find out, and experience the thrill and challenges of youth hockey along with Timothy.

This book will appeal to readers of all ages and backgrounds because of its focus on self-awareness and empowerment about loving the person that you are naturally. The story is told through a poem about a little girl saying how much she loves to wash her hair. It is a story about loving yourself and rejoicing in who you are and the happiness that is captured in the special moments of washing your hair. It is a story of celebration and sharing with others about being your natural self and loving who you are. The story concludes with a renewed confidence of self-love, growth, and a picture of her future self.

A traumatic event in young Anna’s life left her scarred. Figuratively and literally. But growing up in a tie-hack camp with her parents in the mountains of Wyoming has made Anna strong. Her nice, safe, and predictable life is interrupted when Abe comes to work in the camp. Best friend to her dear cousin Finn, who perished while they were fighting in the “Great War”, he’s come to see and experience the wonders that Finn has told him about. He wanted to know the hard work of the tie-hacks, to see the beautiful mountains of Wyoming, and meet the girl Finn swore would be his perfect match. Never in her life has so many things happened to her in such a short period of time. In the year that follows her first embarrassing meeting with Abe, Anna’s life completely changed. There were a few times when she didn’t necessarily believe it was for the better. Here is an excerpt from Anna and Abe describing their first meeting. So it was nice to just sit on the bank letting my mind reflect and soak in the serenity of this beautiful quiet spot. Usually if I was just going to wash my hair I just took off my sock and shoes and rolled up my pant legs and waded in. But today I really didn’t want to get my shirt all wet. I had my camisole on underneath and it covered all the important parts the same as a bathing suit I reasoned. All the crews were in town and no one was around. No one would ever know. Plus my hearing was exceptional so I would hear anyone before they were close. While pondering whether I was safe in my modesty, I removed my handkerchief from around my neck and reached with my fingers up to the puckered tissue. This was a habit I did without thinking. Tracing the scar from the start below my ear and following it down under my chin to the hollow of my throat. Over the years the redness had faded and the skin had stretched out some. The top part of the scar was an ugly thin line but it widen as it crossed my chest between my breasts and ended with a large ugly splotch on my right side Feeling mischievous and reckless I pulled my blouse over my head. Straightening the straps of my camisole I relished in the sun on my bare shoulders. I quickly took off my stockings and shoes and rolled my trouser legs up and waded in. I filled the bucket with the chilly water and bending over I dumped it over my head. The prickly cold felt good. Filling the bucket with water again I set it on the creek bank. Then I grabbed the soap and started lathering my wet hair. I froze when I thought I heard a noise. Parting the hair covering my face I looked around but didn’t see anything. Not hearing anything more, I continued lathering my hair, humming as I went. I flipped my hair back wiping the suds from my eyes before reaching for the bucket of water. I froze again, for out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. I turned quickly, gasping as I scrambled for my shirt lying on the ground. But a slippery rock was my downfall, literally. I fell backwards on my backside with a solid thump and a large splash. Another gasp came out of my mouth but this time it was because of the sudden shock of cold water and surprise of falling. I sat there with the water running around me, my soapy hair in my face and I heard a deep chuckle.