Earl F. Wilkins
The author, Earl F. Wilkins was born and raised in Verdun, Quebec, and has travelled extensively throughout the world. He has lived in Belgium and Germany and several parts of Canada while serving with the Royal Canadian Air force. Earl previously published a family history entitled Looking Back. Throughout the years, he has contributed numerous articles about travelling and sports activities to Canadian newspapers and magazines.
He and his wife, Olive now reside in Sherwood Park, Alberta. They have four children, thirteen grandchildren and six great-grandchildren.
The book, Do You Want to Be Magic, is loosely based upon a story that Earl used to recite to his children and grandchildren.
The story in this novel is part of our family heritage, as it is roughly based upon a tall tale that I often recited to my grandchildren when they were young and innocent. I would show them a series of magic tricks and for the most part, I was able to convince them that I had magical powers. “Grandpa, how did you become magic?” one of the grandchildren would eventually ask. And, that was the question I was waiting for, as it gave me the opportunity to launch into the following scary scenario which went something like this…
When I was a little boy, just about your age, I met an old man with a long white beard. He could fly, look through walls, and he could make candy and ice cream appear out of nowhere, by simply snapping his fingers. And these were only a few of his magical powers. When I asked the old fellow if he could make me magic, he agreed to do so by sending me to the Giant’s Castle which is located in a far off dimension. First of all, I had to memorize some magic words which the Giant would ask me to recite once I arrived at the Castle.
As soon as I committed the words to memory, the old man sat me on a stool, covered me with a blanket and recited some magic words and poof—I disappeared from the stool and rematerialized at the feet of the Giant who sat in a large throne like chair. The giant, who was about 20 feet tall, was a horrible and evil looking creature with red bulging eyes and green coloured skin. Along each wall were cages filled with little children who were crying and pleading to be returned to their mothers.
The Giant asked me two simple questions and then he ordered me to recite the magic words. I knew if I answered any question incorrectly or forgot the magic words, he would immediately throw me into one of the empty cages where I would remain forever, with all the other unfortunate children. As I managed to answer the questions correctly, the Giant released me and sent me home. From that day on, I have had magical powers.
I would then ask my grandchildren if one of them wanted to be magic. Invariably, one of the brave ones would step forward and say, “Yes, I want to be magic.” I would then sit them on a stool, cover them, from head to toe with a blanket and start to say the magic words which would send them to the Giant’s Castle. Before I could finish reciting the magic words, the grandchild would become so frightened that he/she would panic and jump off the stool, and run to the safety of their mother’s arms.
This little scenario was repeated many, many times throughout the years. And, I am sorry to say that not one of my grandchildren was brave enough to take a chance and go to the Giant’s Castle.