Showing posts with label World War II. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World War II. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

L'dor Va'dor: From Generation to Generation

What would you take with you if you had to leave your home?  What thing - an object, a recipe, even a story - have you inherited?  What do you want to pass down to your descendants?




Maybe it's a shovel - like in Dan Yaccarino's All the Way to America: The Story of a Big Italian Family and A Little Shovel and Leslie Connor's Miss Bride Chose A Shovel - which can be put to any number of uses, from the expected digging to the less predictable scooping flour and salting the sidewalk in advance of a snowstorm.  Or a quilt as in The Keeping Quilt by Patricia Polacco or a rope, as in Jacqueline Woodson's This Is the Rope: A Story From the Great Migration, both of which can also be used in myriad ways - the quilt becomes a chuppah (wedding canopy); the rope ties, and hauls, but also becomes a jump rope and the string for a pull-toy.
















Maybe it's a cup, broken but still whole, like in Chachaji's Cup by Uma Krishnaswami (perhaps my very favorite of all the titles here), or Patricia Polacco's The Blessing Cup.

Or a precious doll or stuffed animal, perhaps lost forever as in When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit by Judith Kerr, perhaps only thought forever lost and then found again, like Tomi Ungerer's teddy bear Otto or Claire Nivola's Elisabeth (all three of these involve WWII). Or a doll damaged and repaired, like Miki in Yoko's Show and Tell  or a teddy bear that could tell quite the story if only it could speak, like Anzac Ted and A Bear in War (both set during WWI) or Polar the Titanic Bear who journeyed on the ill-fated ship.


What about something that your whole family had to bring, piece by piece, like Izzy and Olivia's ancestors did in Under the Sabbath Lamp?

Perhaps you'd bring with you a smell or taste of home, via seeds that you could plant in your new land.  That's what Azzi does in Azzi in Between and what the protagonists do in The Butterfly Seeds.

Or maybe you'd take a piece of jewelry, like the necklace in The Granddaughter Necklace or the ring in When Jessie Came Across the Sea, or the bracelet in Yoon and the Jade Bracelet?


Or a collection of small mementos, like an olive pit to remind you of hunger, or a single bead from a rosary, like those in The Matchbox Diary or Small Beauties: The Journey of Darcy Heart O'Hara

Would you bring an instrument with you? Mendel did.

Maybe something you left behind - or merely a remnant of it - was found and returned to you after you left, like the pillow in The Feather-Bed Journey.

Or something you created under the worst conditions imaginable, like the menorah in Nine Spoons: A Chanukah Story?


Or maybe you had to leave with nothing. Nothing tangible, that is. Instead, just the story of an item, recycled and reused until nothing is left but the memory of it, as in How I Learned Geography or Joseph Had a Little Overcoat and its many iterations (Something from Nothing, Maya's Blanket: La Manta de Maya, My Grandfather's CoatBit by Bit, I Had A Favorite Dress).  Or not even a recipe on a worn, creased piece of paper, but one memorized, so no one could take it from you, as Bill Freund writes in The Cookie That Saved My Family, "Something you've learned can never be taken away."

What would you bring?  What did you or your ancestors bring?  What do you want to pass down to your children?

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

The One Topic I Want To Censor (But Don't)

So there's one topic (or a set of related topics) that I don't want my daughters reading about and no, it's not what you think.  Both my girls know about the birds and the bees and have for a while and telling them was surprisingly easy.  But what I don't want them to read about - or know about - is the Holocaust.  And war.   And terrorism.  I find 9/11 particularly hard because it is not so far away - in either time or distance.  And the Holocaust feels close because, after all, we're Jewish.  I remember very clearly having nightmares about Nazis coming to get me as a child - in 1980s America. 

I was working at the school library the other day when my 8-year-old's third grade class came in.  And one of the books she selected was this biography of Anne Frank by Johanna Hurwitz.  I warned her that it might be scary, but she insisted she wanted it and so I checked it out to her.  Until now, the only thing she knew about the Holocaust was that the Nazis had been "mean" to the Jews.  She had read Number the Stars and The Night Crossing, both of which deal with escape from a Nazi-occupied country (kind of like in The Sound of Music), but neither of which address what happened to those people who could not or did not leave.

When is it appropriate to teach children about the Holocaust?  Or 9/11 or Newtown?  (Don't get me started on the terrifying potential of lockdowns - or, in my day, shelter drills.  I was convinced nuclear war with the USSR was imminent.)  Of course, the answer to that is "it depends on the child."  (Well, the real answer is never.  Are we ever ready to understand or confront evil?  I know I'm not.)   What are signs a child is ready?  I assume the fact that my daughter insisted on taking the book about, even after I told her it might be scary and was about a girl hiding from the Nazis, is sign enough.  But I wonder, will I be getting up tonight to comfort her after she has a nightmare?

Do you censor your child's reading in any way?  At what age did your child start reading about the Holocaust?  In school?  On her own?  Which books?