There's so much demoralizing going on about government funding. I don't understand how we can all agree that education is crucial to the future of the country, then cut its funding. I must say I'm kinda fond of the slogan your mother is pushing (echoes of Grandpa Frank, rest his soul): "Son of a bitch! Tax the rich!"
And as long as we're talking about family, I got a lovely call from cousin Kate (Astoria, Oregon) tonight just as dinner was going on the table. She was standing in a bookstore in need of a consultation on what to buy for the children of a family she's visiting. Dinner had to wait.
The Wheel on the School, a wonderful Newbery winner by Meinert DeJong. The children in a one-room schoolhouse set out to find a wagon wheel to put on the roof of their school (we're in 19th century Holland here) so that cranes will build nests in their town. Each child goes on a separate adventure, but the exceptional nature of the book has to do with three generations in the town all becoming involved. There are two climactic scenes -- both involving the ocean and dikes -- that always make me wonder why this hasn't been turned into a gem of a movie, preferably by a small British studio.
But the bookstore in question didn't have it. Kate has such a good knowledge (albeit a bit rusty: her daughters are in their mid 20s) of classic children's literature. I suggested
The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin, a classic and engaging mystery, as you have pointed out. We had a winner.
So the verdict was Frog and Toad as a read-aloud for the four year-old. And a couple of Fox books for first grader. A good time was had by all.
Love,
Deborah
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