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Monday, August 27, 2012

Remember? Really and Truly by Emilie Rivard

When I was little, my grandpa used to tell me lots of stories.

Some days he'd say, "Charlie, did I ever tell you about the pirate who lives in my attic?"

Now...Grandpa doesn't tell stories anymore.

When we walk in the room, he doesn't even turn around. The cars driving by outside are more interesting that we are. Mom just lets Grandpa look out the window. I can tell it makes her sad.

Charlie worries about how he can make Grandpa remember who they are. He struggles to think of a way to make him look at them and to give them that well-remembered smile of his.

Finally, Charlies tries something new. He remembers something Grandpa used to do when
he was little and wouldn't eat his dinner. As Granpa ignores his dinner, Charlie decides to try the same technique.

"I am Mansa, the most famous hunter in all Africa," said Charlie. "I hunt only the most tender, most delicious gazelles for you.... Don't you want to try a bite?"

At first Grandpa looks surprised. He raises an eyebrow. Then he pokes his fork into a meatball.... Little by little, he eats everything on his plate.

It is a small but satisfying success. And then Charlie remembers something which may coax that longed-for smile back from wherever it has gone. Wearing an impromptu cape, he proclaims that he is another of Grandpa's fantastical characters--the Great Albini, come to perform the most magical trick of all. Will Grandpa look at him with a really and truly smile?

Abracadabra super spaghetti.
Abracadabra rainbow confetti,
Come out, smile, come out and play!

In Emilie Rivard's Really and Truly (Owlkids Books, 2012) Charlie and his mom enjoy a brief moment of contact with Grandpa, a small moment but a needed one in what is really and truly a sad but common experience of the painful loss in dealing with dementia. Rivard's straightforward text and artist Anne-Claie Delisle's sensitive illustrations make this picture book a good way to begin the difficult conversation with a child about this difficult subject.

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Friday, May 04, 2012

Different! The Bell Bandit by Jacqueline Davies

Everything about this trip to Grandma's house was different.

For Jessie, Christmas and New Year's are supposed to be the same each year, a trip to Grandma's farmhouse and ringing Grandma's old bell on Lowell Hill at midnight on New Year's.

But this year, even the trip itself is different. Because of a fire started when Grandma left a kettle on the stove and an arm broken when she ran for help, Jessie and Evan had to stay home for Christmas and drive up to take care of Grandma when she is discharged from the hospital just before New Year's Eve. Evan won't sit in the backseat with Jessie and play their usual car games, but instead is lost in his mp3 player in the front seat. Grandma's house has huge holes burned in the kitchen wall and upstairs bedroom; the antique bell is gone from its scaffold on the top of the hill; and Grandma herself can't seem to remember who Evan and Jessie are and which decade she's living in.

In the kitchen, Jessie's mom was trying to take Grandma's coat off, but Grandma kept twisting away, saying it was time to feed the chickens.

Chickens! But Jessie knew that Grandma didn't keep chickens anymore, not since Jessie was just a little kid.

"I'll feed the chickens, Mrs. Joyce." said Evan. Why was Evan calling Grandma "Mrs. Joyce"?

"You don't know how!" said Grandma, angrily. "Susan, stop it!" She swatted at Jessie's mom and twisted away. "I have chores to do!"

"Yes, I do," said Evan. "I used to feed the chickens for you all the time." Jessie though his voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of a toothpaste tube. "The feed is in the barn in the barrel to the left of the door."

"Did you?" Grandma looked at Evan. "Well, all right, then."

But Jessie loves a mystery, and she fixes her hopes on finding the family's missing antique bell. Somehow she feels that if it can be restored to its place and if she and Grandma can ring it together on midnight, everything will go back to the way it was. Evan is uninterested, absorbed in being the "man of the family," helping Pete, the carpenter hired to repair the fire damage. Jessie is forced to turn for help to a new neighbor, Maxwell, a very bright but very different ten-year-old, whose amazing abilities and strange personal mannerisms make her wonder if he can be any real help in putting everything back the way it is supposed to be.

Mom goes to town to keep an appointment with her mother's insurance agent, leaving Evan at home to watch Grandma, and Jessie slips off in the late afternoon to find Maxwell and try to locate the missing bell before midnight. When Grandma insists on taking a short walk outside, Evan hurries to find his parka and boots, but finds her gone when he comes outside. Calling and searching are no good, and Evan knows he needs Jessie, the one who's good at figuring out puzzles, to help him guess where Grandma can be.

More snow begins to fall. It's growing dark, and when Evan finds Jessie, at first even she is no help. But then she remembers the sturdy tepee she and Evan built two summers ago out in the woods. Grandma had said it would last forever, and Jessie hopes that, lost and confused, Grandma may have gone there for shelter.

Things change, and not always for the better, and in the third book in her heralded Lemonade War Series, the just published The Bell Bandit (The Lemonade War Series) (Houghton Mifflin, 2012) skillfully provides the requisite conflicts and suspense while developing a far deeper theme, how a family deals with changes that are not always for the good in their own lives. Told from the dual points of view of the sensitive older Evan and precocious eight-year-old Jessie, who matures as she learns that dealing with these differences, even Maxwell's different way of perceiving reality, takes a new kind of problem-solving for her logical mind and a new sensitivity to the puzzle that is life. With this highly readable and yet emotionally powerful novel, Davies is proving herself one of the best writers for the middle grades around.

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Friday, April 29, 2011

Down Memory Lane: Your Mommy Was Just Like You by Kelly Bennett

YOUR MOMMY WAS BORN BRIGHT-EYED AND FUZZY-TOPPED, JUST LIKE YOU.

Grandma pulls out the treasured family photo album and begins to share pictures inside with her granddaughter--snapshots of her mom as a baby giggling as her toes were tickled, a toddler clutching her favorite lovey doll--Whiney Baby--and taking her everywhere she goes, even on a ride with Uncle John.

Mom grows up to be an adventurous little girl--one day her mom's sweet potato, and the next a terror sent to do time-out in the corner. One day she is a frog in flippers; the next day she is a fairy with wings and wand. Mom starts to school, worried that she still can't quite tie her shoes, but she works hard and learns what she needs to be a mom herself.

YOUR MOM WAS BOUNCY AND TWIRLY, FEARLESS,

JUST LIKE YOU.

SHE PRIMPTED AND SPANGLED HERSELF IN KOOKY COSTUMES,

JUST LIKE YOU.

Kids are fascinated with photo albums because visualizing their parents as kids, doing the things they like to do, gives them an understanding of the meaning of growing up and a glimpse into the river of time of which they, too, are a part.

Grandma brings it all home, though, when she hugs her own dear daughter and explains how it is for moms--and grandmoms:

YOUR MOMMY IS MY BABY.

AND NO MATTER HOW BIG SHE GETS, SHE WILL ALWAYS BE MY BABY.

JUST LIKE YOU.

Kelly Bennett's new Your Mommy Was Just Like You (G. P. Putnam's Sons, 2011) is a great book for sharing around Mothers Day, dealing as it does with the chain of love passed down from mother to child through the generations. Bennett and illustrator David Walker's latest collaboration joins its artful companion volume, Your Daddy Was Just Like You for boys, both of which make wonderful Mothers Day selections.

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Monday, March 14, 2011

Remember Me: Ratfink by Marcia Thornton Jones

,Grandpa was naked.

He did have a towel wrapped around his waist. A pink one. With big flowers on it.

"He was picking my petunias," Mrs. Spencer cried. "Again."

Mom said Grandpa had good days and bad days. This was obviously one of his worst days yet, because he'd also forgotten to put in his dentures.

Logan has looked forward to this day forever. It's almost time for his tenth birthday party to begin. All his friends are coming over. And his parents have promised, ever since he was little, that he could get a pet when he was ten.

And now, there's Grandpa--Grandpa has taken over his special place in the basement and does really embarrassing things. Logan knows that if his friends find Grandpa toothless and clad only in a pink flowery towel in the kitchen, he will never hear the end of the jokes at school. But it looks like Grandpa is there to stay, and Logan's dreams of a pet are suddenly on hold.

To make matters worse, Logan manages to get on the wrong side of the new girl on the first day of school. When he accidentally steps on her spotless new sneakers, Emily vows to get even with him, and she is smart enough and mean enough to make good on her threat. Emily is one of those sickingly sweet, ultra neat girls who can twist any teacher around her little finger, and in no time she has Mr. Simon on Logan's case, sending home daily frowny faces on his daily reports. And Logan knows that if Emily ever finds out about the weird things Grandpa does, she'll make sure that everyone knows about it.

Then Grandpa follows him to the pet store where Logan has gone to check out the hamsters as potential pets. Nervously watching Grandpa to try to keep him from shoplifting, Logan doesn't notice Emily there until Grandpa impulsively opens the hamster cage, and when Emily yells, "Boo!" all the hamsters make a break for freedom. The clerk blames him and now Logan is in trouble at home as well as at school.

"It's not my fault!" Logan protests. It's Emily AND Grandpa who are always getting him in trouble, but dad just tells him he has to be responsible for himself.

Then, sent downstairs to get him for dinner, Logan notices the post-it notes Grandpa has stuck up around his room:

I was born on November 30.

I married Meredith O'Conner on April 12.

My son's name is Paul. Paul was born on July 15.

My daughter-in-law's name is Joyce.

I swallowed. Hard. The sticky notes. The list. I knew what they meant. Grandpa was trying to remember things from long ago--and from now. He was trying to hang on.


Marcia Thorton Jones' Ratfink (Dutton, 2010) skillfully shows the members of this family as they try to adjust to their new circumstances, balancing Logan's need to shake his reputation as class screw-up with Grandpa's fragile hold on his memories and his independence. Although there are plenty of laughs along the way in this highly-readable novel, they are not at the expense of the characters. Logan and Grandpa, even new-kid-at-school Emily and Logan's stressed-out parents as well, are portrayed realistically and sympathetically. Realizing that everyone has their own problems is part of the experience of growing up, and this book hits home for middle readers, especially those who may have challenged relatives living at home with them.

Jones, like best-selling authors Andrew Clements and Robert Kimmel Smith (see his classic The War with Grandpa (Yearling)), has a very good ear for kid dialogue and motivation, making this a solid book for the upper elementary/middle-school set. As School Library Journal's reviewer says, "The book is well paced and filled with believable characters and situations. A thoughtful, rewarding read with a totally satisfying resolution."

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Sunday, April 18, 2010

Wish Come True: You Are My Wish by Maryann Cusimano Love

I AM YOUR GRANDPARENT.
YOU ARE MY GRANDCHILD.
I AM YOUR WISE FACE.
YOU ARE MY NEW-TOOTH SMILE.

It is a beautiful spring day, and a grandmother and toddler teddy bear set out to spend a day together, celebrating what each brings to the relationship in quatrains which compare and contrast, in poetic metaphors, the differences and the family ties between the generations.

In her sequel to her highly popular You Are My I Love You, Maryann Cosimano Love shows a fun-loving and sturdy grandmother as the two approach their outing in their different ways. Grandma waits patiently for a fish to bite her line, while the youngster happily chases a butterfly with his fishing pole; she admires the fountain and he splish-splashes in the water; she swings him high over her head, while he spreads his arms and soars like an airplane.

And at last both of them run out of energy and so it's time for a quiet song on Grandma's guitar, a story, and a well-deserved rest.

I AM YOUR ROCKING CHAIR.
YOU ARE MY SNUGGLED DEEP.
I AM YOUR GOODNIGHT PRAYER.
YOU ARE MY FAST ASLEEP.

Maryann Cusimano Love's latest, You Are My Wish (Philomel, 2010) is a sweet look at cross-generational love and fun, illustrated in Satori Ichikawa's lovely soft pastel water-colored paintings that are so appealing to the eye.

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Thursday, June 18, 2009

One For Grandfathers: Me with You by Kristy Dempsey

When I am me, I am swinging
Over puddles from a rope.
And you stand ready with a sponge
And bucket full of soap.

When I am me and sick in bed,
All feverish with flu,
So you stay close to care for me,
And watch the whole night through.

Christy Dempsey's Me With You (Philomel, 2009) shows a spunky and independent little girl bear, dressed in crisp pastel dresses, sharing time with her big and doting grandad. Grandad is a real bear of a grandfather, in his baggy khaki pants and red suspenders, and he and his little granddaughter are obviously the best of friends. In their own way, the two share tea parties and fishing expeditions, wrap Christmas presents and trim the tree together, and even though things aren't always perfect, Grandad Bear is always there.

Whenever I am not so nice,
And selfish with my stuff,
You're the one who loves me
And forgives me if I'm gruff.


Me With Youis a tribute to the role grandfathers can play with the very young, and Dempsey and illustrator Christopher Denise manage to show the deep affection in this genuinely touching relationship. A great book for fathers and grandfathers as well as grandchildren, good for Father's Day and for Grandparents' Day as well.

And though I'll find new ways
Of being me my whole life through,
My favorite me will always be...
When I am me with you.

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