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Abe Lincoln Remembers
Synopses & Reviews
I told Mary that tonight is a time to be happy. As we wait to go see a play, I think again of that little house, the small window, the piece of sky with two birds and one squirrel. How much has come to pass since then.
One evening in 1865 President Abraham Lincoln sits quietly in the White House. He is waiting for his wife, Mary. Tonight they will go to the theater to see a play. It has been a long time since the President has allowed himself an evening of rest.
While he waits, he thinks back on his life and the long journey from a small log cabin in Kentucky to the stately White House in Washington, a journey filled with the greatest joys and the deepest sorrows.
Extraordinarily moving text and stunning, historically accurate paintings join together to present a fictional portrait of one of the most revered figures in American history.
What makes greatness possible? For Abraham Lincoln, it was intelligence, kindness, humor, and courage. He was a boy who d give anything for a book. He was a flatboat worker, a wrestler, a postmaster, a lawyer who learned to lead people with words. And finally he was a president whose words, alas, could not keep his country together. Simple, poetic language and magnificent paintings by Wendell Minor let readers imagine what might have passed through the mind and heart of a great leader, from his childhood in a one-room log cabin to the tragic end of his presidency. An extraordinary fictional look at one of the most intriguing figures of our nation s history.
Simple poetic language and magnificent paintings by Wendell Minor let readers imagine what might have passed through the mind and heart of a great leader, from his childhood in a one-room log cabin to the tragic end of his presidency. Full color.
About the Author
Ann Turner is the author of many novels, picture books, and poetry collections for young children. Her novel a hunter comes home was an ALA Notable Children's Book, and her first picture book, Dakota Dugout, received the same honor. Among her other books are abe lincoln remembers, an NCSS Notable Social Studies Trade Book for Young People; Drummer Boy; Rosemary's Witch,a School Library Journal Best Book; Through Moon and Stars and Night Skies,a Reading Rainbow selection; and two poetry books, A Lion's Hunger and Learning to Swim,which were both ALA Best Books for Young Adults. Ms. Turner lives in Williamsburg, Massachusetts, with her husband and two children. In Her Own Words ...
I was one of those children who sniffed, slept on, and sometimes ate books. Once a week my father would go to the library and bring back seven books, one for each day of the week. I would open my mouth like a baby bird to devour food. I really think I would have died, had I not had books.
I wrote my first story when I was eight, about a dragon and a dwarf named Puckity. I still have it and use it when talking to children. The story shows that children have tales to tell, and ones worth telling. I was encouraged in my writing through school and college, but was afraid I could not do it. I trained as a teacher and taught for one year, but quickly decided that I would rather write books than teach them. I tried my hand at poetry for two years and had one poem published.
It wasn't until my mother, an artist, suggested that we do a book together about vultures that I tried writing for children. So my first book was about natural history, and I loved learning about vultures and watching them in Florida.
The queerest thing about writing is how a story chooses you, instead of you choosing it. I often feel as if I am walking along quietly, minding my own business, when a story creeps up behind me and taps me on the shoulder. "Tell me, show me, write me!" it whispers in my ear. And if I don't tell that story, it wakes me up in the morning, shakes me out of my favorite afternoon nap, and insists upon being told.
Writers write for the same reason readers read - to find out the end of the story. I never know the endings of my stories when I start out; I must wrestle my way through them, punching out unnecessary words, arguing with self-important paragraphs, until I arrive at the end thirsty, tired, but victorious. This tells you, of course, that writing is not easy for me. Once in a blue moon it is, but most of the time it is hard, hard work. And I work every day. I sit down at my computer and write. It could be about anything, or anyone - my husband, Rick, my children Ben and Charlotte, or the woods that surround our house in Williamsburg, Massachusetts.
Remember that you have stories to tell, too. Remember that you have a voice that is worth being heard. Write your stories down, keep journals. Learn to be a spy. I am a nosy, curious spy who eavesdrops on people at the beach, or as they stroll along at the mall. I always wonder; "Why is she walking so fast? Is she mad? How come his mouth looks like that? What is that lady saying to her child?" If you keep your eyes and ears open, you will see that you are surrounded by drama and astonishing things, even in the midst of everyday life. Notice it; write it down, and who knows, maybe someday you will be a writer, too.
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