Wednesday, 20 July 2011

DID YOU KNOW? ~ JOHN LENNON's "Yellow Submarine" Rolls-Royce


After the "Lose the Training Wheels" camp concluded, we spent a few hours sightseeing in Victoria.  We went to the Royal BC Museum and were surprised to find John Lennon's Yellow Submarine "Rolls-Royce Phantom V" near the ticket kiosk in the lobby.  Of course we had to take a photograph!

We also took a partial picture of the sign that accompanied the exhibit.  The text may be too small for some to read.  In one place it tells about an irate woman who got mad at Lennon about the paint job on his car.  She called him a "swine" for "doing this to a Rolls-Royce!"

Not surprisingly, Lennon had a double bed installed in the back section of the vehicle.  The car had been in a "Ripley's Believe it or Not" museum and then was given to the Royal BC Museum in Victoria by the famous automobile magnate, Jim Pattison.


For car enthusiasts, a wealth of information can be found at this site.  Additional detailed photos of this interesting vehicle and of Victoria's beautiful scenery are here.


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Yellow Submarine
John Lennon/Paul McCartney
© 1966
In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines

So we sailed up to the sun
Till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine


And our friends are all on board
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine


As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine.

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

Tuesday, 19 July 2011

BOOK REVIEWS ~ "Katie Morag and the Wedding" ~ By: Mairi Hedderwick

We were lucky enough to receive another "Katie Morag" book through inter-library loans.  This one centers around the wedding of Katie's Granma Mainland and one of the islanders on Struay, Neilly Beag.

The synopsis of book from the website for "Waterstones" (a British bookseller) is as follows:

"Romance has been brewing on the island between Neilly Beag and Granma Mainland and everyone is thrilled when they announce that they are to be married. Everyone, that is, except Grannie Island. For some reason that Katie Morag can't fathom her granny is not happy at all. But Granma Mainland has a surprise in store for Grannie Island, one that makes her very happy indeed!"

Like with any wedding, preparations are underway with invitations being sent out and the Village Hall decorated for the grand occasion.  It seems like all the islanders have caught "wedding fever" -- that is, everyone except Granny Island, who seems quite cross about the whole thing.  When Katie Morag McColl asks why her Granny isn't happy about the wedding, no one answers her.  Finally she writes and asks the bride-to-be why her "other Granny" might be upset about the pending wedding.  Granma Mainland doesn't answer but she does come to the rescue and solve the problem.

It turns out that there is a Grandad Island.  He likes to travel while Granny Island doesn't like leaving the Isle of Struay.  In fact, Grandad flies a helicopter!  Katie Morag manages to get Granny Island to go for a ride with her husband but it is obvious from the illustrations that she isn't enjoying the trip. Grandad Island and his wife DID enjoy the wedding and even took to the dance floor.  But there is no happy ending.  Although Katie Morag does manage to get Granny Island to go for a helicopter ride, with her husband, the reader is told that "Grandad Island loved travelling and never stayed in one place for long.  'East, West, Home's Best!' insisted Grannie Island, clinging to her seat  like a limpet. Katie Morag knew then, that Grandad Island would be leaving soon."  Katie Morag asked him, " 'Grandad, when you go travelling can I come too sometimes?' "  He replied, 'Certainly, Katie Morag -- anywhere in the world.'  Katie Morag was thrilled.  She looked forward to visiting Fuay, the city on the mainland and now, anywhere in the world!  But it was good to know that Grannie Island would always be there on the Island of Struay when she got back home."

The detailed illustrations are delightful.  Here are some photos of our favourites:

Katie Morag pushes her brother Liam home
 after a visit with Grannie Island.  On the way, Neilly
 Beag gives her a stack of wedding invitations to
 take to the Post Office.

I love these "fish wives" -- carrying their shopping
 with sheep in front and fishing nets and traps behind them!

Neilly Beag is definitely in love ... and grabbing
 his beloved's bottom!  Or is he saving her
 from falling off the stool?  The 'Wedding Menu'
 consists of Lobster Claw Soup or Stuffed Turnip,
 Haggis Burgers or Carrot Steaks,
 Chips and for dessert, cake and ice cream.

Neilly and Gramma Mainland are celebrating! 
They are married .... at last!

Grannie Island is happy, too --
 dancing and celebrating with her long lost husband.
The bride and groom set off on their honeymoon ... via boat, of course!
Destination - the Island of Fuay.  It is uninhabited (except for sheep).
Note - There is a box of "Sheep Dip" in the boat!
A crowd bids the honeymooners farewell. 
The kilted boys are hanging up a sign saying "Haste Ye Back!"

Grannie Island 'clinging to her seat like a limpet!'

Monday, 18 July 2011

REFLECTIONS ~ "Lose The Training Wheels" Camp ~ Victoria

It's been quite the week!  Last Monday morning Alisdair could not ride a two-wheeler.  But this Monday, he can!  And it is all thanks to a wonderful non-profit organization called "Lose the Training Wheels," some dedicated volunteers and the Queen Alexandra Hospital for Children in Victoria, British Columbia.

One Sunday afternoon in mid-May, Alisdair and Isobel and I went down to the local school.  Both kids were on their bikes (with training wheels) and I was walking between them.  One would get stuck, and then the other, and I'd have to take turns, pushing them a bit to get them going again.  Some insensitive folk drove by and stared at Alisdair, as he is almost 12, and I suppose they hadn't seen such a large kid using training wheels to ride.  The whole incident frustrated and upset me.  I wondered what we could do about the situation and began to search on the internet.

Yes, there were special bikes that could be purchased for large sums of money.  But, even if we bought a special bike for Alisdair, he would still be singled out from other children of his age group.  And then I found what seemed like the answer... "Lose the Training Wheels!"

As I watched a video of a camp held in Victoria, British Columbia, a couple of years ago, (see previous video post), the tears streamed freely down my face.  Although Alisdair made fun of my emotional outburst, he, too was inspiried by the clip.  He phoned his grandma and told her about our discovery and mused about how wonderful it might be if only he could attend a "Lose the Training Wheels" camp.

I emailed the organizers to ask if they still had spaces available and was told originally that it was only for children within their therapy program, but they would let me know if, after the local registration deadline, there were spaces left.  True to her word, a few days later, Sara emailed back saying there was room if Alisdair wanted to come.  This was terrific news but there were still a lot of hurdles to overcome if we were to go.  After all, Victoria is a long way from our prairie home and we needed to get there, have a place to stay once we'd arrived, have transportation to the recreation centre where the camp was being held, to find a replacement for our paper route, find someone to look after Isobel, etc. etc.  I wasn't sure we could manage everything the whole concept entailed, but I emailed Sara back and asked for a few days to check out the possibilities.

And then, suddenly, all the pieces of the puzzle started fitting together.  WestJet announced a seat sale and, although the tickets would still be costly, they were now a bit cheaper.  In fact, the difference in price between booking flights and riding on the Greyhound bus, was only about $30.00.  Grandma and Grandpa were willing to look after Isobel and Alisdair's friend, Rolland, agreed to do the paper route for the week.  It seemed like God wanted us to get to the camp and so I told Sara we would come.  She kindly agreed to hold a spot for us.  Shortly afterwards, Canada Post went on strike and it took some time to get our application sent in.  But Sara patiently kept our spot for us.

So it was that on Sunday, July 10th, Alisdair and I flew out from Edmonton to Victoria to prepare for an exciting and unforgettable week.  It was actually a six-day trip, with five days at bike camp.  But in those few days, he was able to accomplish something that he couldn't manage to do in about five years of trying ... he learned to ride a bike without assistance.  We will always remember this amazing life-changing experience and the blessing "Lose the Training Wheels" has been to our family.

We both want to share our week with you, so watch for future posts about the camp and our trip to the west coast.  Once I get our pictures downloaded (and our suitcase unpacked) we'll be composing lots of posts about Alisdair's journey to "Lose the Training Wheels."

Wednesday, 6 July 2011

QUOTES ~ "The Power of Love..."


"When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will finally know peace."
                                                                           ~ Jimi Hendrix
                                                                             (1942 - 1970) 

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

KINDERGARTEN ~ Isobel Graduates ~ Off to Grade One

Tuesday, June 28th was a special afternoon ~ the elementary "Celebration of Success" was held in the school gym and, as part of the festivities, the Kindergarten students were honoured as "graduates."

The children made their own mortar board hats, which added to the atmosphere.  One of the mothers (who is from Hawaii originally) gave each child a helium filled balloon and a candy lei, to mark the occasion.

The Kindergarten class began the program by leading all those who had gathered in the singing of "O Canada."  Later, they sang two songs "Swimming" and "Beep!  Choo!  Zoom!  Honk!" and presented a story/poem "Going on a Picnic."

Singing
They were also presented with diplomas and "Winnit" awards.

Isobel's sheet of "Winnits" are for:

I Can Print My Name
I Know My Alphabet
I Know My Shapes
Terry Fox Run
Track and Field
I Know My Birthday
I Know My Phone Number and
I Know My Colours.

It's hard to believe that Isobel is heading to Grade 1 at the end of August.  So many adventures ~ with Miss Massey (who is coming from Ontario to teach a Grade 1/2 split class) ~ are yet to come!

... the mortar board hat fell off on the floor!

Mrs. Winsor and the Kindergarten graduates
Mrs. Winsor & Isobel
Kindergarten Teacher
2010 - 2011
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Taken on Report Card Day - June 30th

BOOK REVIEWS ~ "Little Sure Shot: The Story of ANNIE OAKLEY" By: Stephanie Spinner



"The Story of Annie Oakley" is told in a "Step into Reading" book called "Little Sure Shot."  This is a "Step 3" book and is written by Stephanie Spinner and illustrated by Jose Miralles.  It was published by Random House:  New York in 1993.

Alhtough the 48 page book was too difficult for a beginning reader like Isobel, she still enjoyed the story of Annie Oakley and listened to the tale with interest.

This photograph of Annie was on Page 4, however in the copy we were reading, it was slightly ripped, so we could not see her face:

Annie Oakley
The story begins in the fall of 1869.  Phoebe Ann Moses is nine-years old and "sits alone in a run-down farmhouse.  She is worried her family is very poor.  They work hard, but they have no money.  They never have enough to eat.  The girl wants to help.  She has an idea.  That is why she is in the house by herself.  The idea scares her a little.  The girl looks at her father's gun.  No one in the family is allowed to shoot it.  Her mother says it is only for protection.  But the girl knows guns are good for hunting.  She has watched men shoot birds and animals for food.  Now she wants to try.  The girl takes the gun off the wall.  It is heavy.  It is taller than she is.  It smells of oil and gunpowder.  Mama will not like this, thinks the girl.  But I cam going to do it anyhow.  I have to" (Pages 5 and 6).

And so the reader is introduced to the girl who would eventually become famous as "Annie Oakley."  Phoebe takes the gun into the woods and shoots the first things she aims at ~ a squirrel.  "Her family will have a good meal that night.  She has found a way to feed them." (Page 8).  "Life was never the same for the Moses family after Annie picked up that gun.  She put food on the table.  She even sold the game she shot.  A fancy restaurant bought the quail and grouse.  A trader named Frenchy La Motte bought the foxes, minks and raccons for their skins.  For the first time ever, Annie's family didn't have to worry about money" (Pages 9 and 10).

But the hard times didn't completely end.  Annie's mother remarried but she still "struggled to work as a country nurse and take care of her children.  They wore old, raggedy clothes.  Often they went hungry.  There was never any money for books.  That meant Annie and her brothers and sisters couldn't go to school" (Pages 10 and 11). 

"Annie wished she could read and write.  Once she even took a job so she could go to school.  But the other children made fun of her hand-me-down dresses and her worn-out shoes.  They even made fun of her name, calling her Moses-Poses.  Annie never went back" (Pages 11 and 12).

Annie's mother wanted her daughter to get an education.  Her mother wanted Annie to "act like a lady" and felt that "guns were for boys."  "Annie wanted to be a lady.  But shooting was important to her.  Why couldn't a lady be strong, and brave, and a crack shot, too?  Annie just couldn't understand" (Page 12).

So, when she was fifteen, Annie was sent to Cincinnati, Ohio to live with her sister Lyda and her husband Joe.  Lyda told her mother that in the city Annie would be able to go to school and become a young lady.

"Annie did like Cincinnati.  She liked the crowds, the bright lights and the steamboats on the Ohio River.  But best of all she liked the shooting galleries.  There she could shoot to her heart's content.  The tin ducks gliding by were so much easier to hit than live birds!" (Page 14).

"One day Annie noticed a man watching her shoot.  When she put down her gun, he came over and tipped his hat. 'Miss, would you like to earn some money doing that?' he asked.  'How?' said Annie.  'In a shooting match,' he said.  'Winner gets a hundred dollars.'  Annie was amazed.  A hundred dollars was a lot of money -- more than many people earned in a year" (Page 14).

Annie agreed and a date was set.  "She was up against a famous sharpshooter named Frank Butler.  He went around the country giving shooting exhibitions to crowds even bigger than this one.  When Frank Butler saw Annie, he laughed.  'That little thing?' he said.  'She's only a girl!'  Annie's cheeks burned.  Suddenly she didn't care that Frank Butler was famous.  Or that he was wearing medals from all the contests he'd won.  She forgot about being nervous.  I am going to win this, she decided.  Butler fired the first shot.  It was a hit.  Then Annie fired.  Her shot was a hit, too.  Target after target was thrown into the air.  Time after time, both Annie and Frank hit them.  Then, on his last turn, Frank Butler missed.  The crowd got very quiet.  This was Annie's chance.  She raised her gun.  She took aim, fired -- and hit the target.  She had won!  The crowd cheered.  They had never seen anything like Annie.  Neither had Frank Butler.  'That little girl is one heck of a shot!' he said.  'One heck of a shot!  After the match Frank could not stop thinking about her.  She was not only a heck of a shot, she was also very pretty.  Frank called on Annie at Lyda's house.  They began to see a lot of each other.  A year later they were married" (Pages 17 to 19).

Annie was happy.  "It was fun being married to a famous sharpshooter.  Annie loved to watch his act.  Frank could hit three glass balls that were thrown into the air at the same time.  He could shoot the number off a playing card.  He could even shoot an apple into pieces -- off the head of his dog!" (Page 20).

When Frank went on tour, Annie went to stay with her mother.  She finally learned to read and write so she could write letters to her husband.  She also spent time, on the farm, learning how to do trick shooting.  "She wanted to surprise Frank when he came back.  So every day she went out into the fields to practice.  And by the time Frank returned, Annie could do all the stunts he did" (Pages 21 and 22).

When Butler's regular partner, in his stunt show, "got sick and couldn't perform there was no one to take his place -- except Annie.  Annie was not used to stages, or bright lights, or large audiences.  She missed her first shot, and the audience groaned.  There were boos and hisses.  'Go, home, girlie!' someone shouted.  Annie's eyes flashed.  She took a deep breath and shot again.  This time she scored a hit.  Each shot after that was perfect.  Soon the audience was clapping and cheering.  The little girl with the big gun had won them over.  And Frank Butler had a new partner for his sharpshooting act!" (Pages 22 and 23).

It was at this point in time, that Annie took the stage name "Annie Oakley."  "She remembered the shooting match where she and Frank first met.  It was held at a place called Oakley.  That's it, she thought.  And from that time on, her name was Annie Oakley" (Page 24).

Frank and Annie traveled all through the Midwest.  "Annie loved going from town to town with Frank.  And her shooting kept getting better.  Soon she was doing things no one else could do -- not even her husband.  She could shoot a dime out of his hand.  She could shoot the end off a lit cigarette that he held in his mouth.  She could shoot bending over backward.  She could even shoot behind her by looking in a mirror -- or a knife blade!  It is no wonder that her fame grew." (Page 24.)

When Sitting Bull came to see the show he jumped to his feet and yelled "Watanya cicilia!" which means "Little Sure Shot" in the Sioux language.  Oakley became friends with the Chief.  He even adopted her and made her a Sioux princess.  Soon the whole world would know about "Little Sure Shot" -- thanks to Buffalo Bill and his traveling show, which was part circus and part rodeo.

Annie's act in the Buffalo Bill "show went something like this:

'Ladies and gentlemen!' cries the announcer.  'The Wild West presents the lovely lass of the Western Plains, Little Sure Shot -- the one and only Annie Oakley!'

Annie comes riding in on a fast little pinto pony.  She wears a buckskin dress with fringe and a big hat pinned with a silver star.  Her long brown hair flies out behind her.  She smiles at the audience.

A cowboy rides into the ring.  He races past Annie hurling clay targets into the air.  Annie leans way down from her galloping pony.  A pistol is on the ground.  Now it's in her hand!

"Bang! Bang!  Bang!  She hits each target at a full gallop.  Then she leaps off her pony.  She runs over to a table and picks up a rifle.  Her husband, Frank, throws six glass balls into the air.  Just for an instant they are points of light.  Then Annie aims -- and they're gone.  Frank whirls a glass ball on a string.  Annie watches it in a mirror.  She aims her gun backward.  Bang!  The ball disappears.

Now Frank holds up a playing card -- the ace of hearts.  Annie stands thirty feet away.  She takes aim.  Bang!  Her bullet goes right through the heart at the center of the card.  But Annie's not finished yet.  Frank turns the card sideways.  Is it possible?  Can she do it?  Yes!  She shoots the card in half.  Thousands of fans leap to their feet, shouting Annie's name.  She smiles and curtsies.  Then she's on her pony again, racing out of the ring.  She takes the hearts of the audience with her.  And makes Buffalo Bill's Wild West show the most popular entertainment in America" (Pages 29 to 32).

In 1887 Annie, and the entire Wild West show, traveled to England to help celebrate Queen Victoria's Golden Jubilee.  "The show set up its tents and tepees on a huge field in London.  Annie got ready to perform in front of forty thousand people.  It was the biggest crowd she had ever seen.  But if Annie was nervous, no one could tell.  Her shooting was perfect.  The audience went wild.  The next day newspapers called her Annie Oakley of the Magic Gun.  After that, everyone in London wanted tickets.  Then a message came from Buckingham Palace.  Queen Victoria herself was coming to the show -- but only for an hour.  Everyone was very excited.  The Queen almost never went out in public.  Annie came on at the end of the show.  She could see Queen Victoria far across the ring -- a little old lady in black sitting on a platform covered with flowers.  The show was running late.  The Queen's hour was almost up.  Annie was disappointed.  Guess she won't see much of me, she thought.  But the Queen did not leave.  She sat through Annie's entire act. And when it was finished, she asked to meet her  The Queen was tiny and frail.  But her eyes sparkles as she pinned a medal to Annie's buckskin dress.  'You are a very, very clever little girl,' she said" (Pages 34 to 38).

Annie's next brush with royalty was when she was invited to shoot for the Emperor of Germany and his son, Crown Prince Wilhelm.  She went to Germany and "as usual, Annie put on a great show.  She shot clay pigeons.  She shot glass balls.  Her audience began to applaud her.  They were German princes, generals, and military men -- all good shots.  They had heard about Annie.  But they had not believed this tiny American woman could shoot so well.  She had surprised them.  Now their stern faces were smiling.  Things were going smoothly.  Annie was pleased.  Then she got the surprise of her life.  Crown Prince Wilhelm stepped into the ring.  He lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.  An aide came up to Annie.  'The prince commands you to put his cigarette out by shooting off the tip,' he said.  'He says he has seen you do this and now you must do it again.'  Annie's heart began to thud.  She had done this trick many times before -- with her husband, Frank. But Crown Prince Wilhelm was the future emperor of Germany!  What if she missed?  What if she hit the prince?  That was too terrible to think about.  Annie gathered up all her courage.  She walked thirty paces from the prince.  She raised her rifle and smoothly took aim.  Crack!  The prince's head jerked back.  His cigarette was only a stub.  Annie had made the shot.  The audience broke into wild cheers.  Crown Prince Wilhelm gave Annie a bow.  She smiled sweetly.  Then she left the ring. Frank was waiting for her.  'That was really something, Annie," he said.  'That was the scariest moment of my life,' she answered" (Pages 40 to 44).

After spending three winters in Europe, Annie and Frank returned to the United States.  The couple settled in New Jersey but before long, Annie was once again starring in Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show.
"Annie stayed with the show for almost seventeen years -- longer than any other performer.  Then, one night in 1901, the show was in a terrible train wreck.  Annie was hurt badly.  The shock was so great that her long dark hair turned completely white.  It was time, she decided, for a change.  She and Frank left the show for good" (Page 46).

Later, Annie starred in a show called "The Western Girl, which was written just for her.  She competed in shooting matches, won a fortune in prize money, and gave a lot of it to charities that helped poor children.  She taught thousands of women how to shoot.  She performed for the troops during World War I.  She raised money for the Red Cross.  And when the war was over, she kept on shooting.  She celebrated her sixty-second birthday by hitting a hundred clay pigeons in a row!" (Page 47).
 

Annie Oakley died on November 3, 1926 in Greenville, Ohio.  Frank died eighteen days later, on November 21. They are buried side by side at Brock Cemetery in Greenville.

"Annie first picked up a gun more than a hundred years ago.  Life was very different for women then.  They stayed at home and took care of the children.  They did not shoot guns.  They did not compete against men.  They did not move freely in the world, winning fame and fortune.  Annie Oakley did all of those things.  She was one in a million."   

Friday, 1 July 2011

BOOK REVIEWS ~ "Moses: When Harriet Tubman Led Her People to Freedom" By: Carole Boston Weatherford


"MOSES:  When Harriet Tubman Led Her People to Freedom" by Carole Boston Weatherford is a book I'd love to have in our personal library.  Unfortunately the copy we received from the Nipawin Library has to be returned today, so we'll have to read it one last time and then reluctantly push it through the "Return Slot."

This book is illustrated by Kadir Nelson, who was also responsible for the award winning illustrations in "Ellington Was Not a Street",  "Coretta Scott" (a biography of the wife of Martin Luther King Jr.) and "Henry's Freedom Box" (all previously reviewed on this site).  Nelson's realistic art makes the story pop right off the pages and into your heart!

"MOSES" was selected as a "Caldecott Honour Book" in 2007.  According to Wikipedia, "The Caldecott Medal is awarded annually by the Association for Library Service to Children (ALSC), a division of the American Library Assocation, to the artist of the most distinguished American picture book for children published that year.  Caldecott was named in honour of nineteenth-century English illustrator Randolph Caldecott.  Together with the Newbery Medal, it is the most prestigious American children's book award.... in addition to the Caldecott medal, the committee awards additional citations referred to as the Caldecott Honor to worthy runners-up."

The book also won a "Coretta Scott King Award" for illustrator, Kadir Nelson in 2007.

The book is recommended for children in the 5 to 8 year age range.

The frontspiece describes it as follows:

"I SET THE NORTH STAR IN THE HEAVENS AND I MEAN FOR YOU TO BE FREE . . . .

Born into slavery, Harriet Tubman hears these words from God one summer night and decides to leave her husband and family behind and escape.  Taking with her only her faith she must creep through woods with hounds at her feet, sleep for days in a potato hole, and trust people who could have easily turned her in.  But she was never alone.

In lyrical text, Carole Boston Weatherford describes Tubman's spiritual journey as she hears the voice of God guiding her north to freedom on that very first trip to escape the brutal practice of forced servitude.  Tubman would make nineteen subsequent trips back south, never being caught, but none as profound as this first one.  Courageous, compassionate, and deeply religious, Harriet Tubman, with her bravery and relentles pursuit of freedom, is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.

This is a unique and moving portrait of one of the most inspiring figures of the Underground Railroad.  Kadir Nelson's emotionally charged paintings embody strength, healing and hope."

In the "Foreward" we are told "From 1619 to 1865, Africans and their descendants were enslaved in colonial America and the United States.  This was the first time in history that enslavement was based solely on skin colour.  As property, slaves in the United States had no rights.  A person born a slave was a slave for life and was forced to work long hours at sometimes dangerous tasks.  Slaves who disobeyed could be severely punished.  Further, slaves could be sold by one master to another.  Such sales often separated slave families forever.  Many states forbade slaves to learn to read and write.  Slaves had almost no chance of improving themselves or their living conditions.  In 1820, there were about 1.5 million slaves in the United States.  By 1861, the slave population had risen to more than 4 million.  Slaves were stirred by sermons about the ancient Israelites' journey out of Egypt and drew hope from African American spirituals -- songs that sometimes contained coded messages to aid escapes.  Somewhere between 40,000 and 100,000 slaves escaped to freedom through a loose network of helpers and hideaways known as the Underground Railroad."

The text is written as a poetical prayer ... almost like a Psalm.  Harriet "talks" with God and receives responses from nature or is "inspired" to do the right thing.  "God speaks in a whip-poor-will's song.  Harriet sees the stars twinkling.  God wraps her in the blanket of night. And God whispers back in the breeze."

When Harriet prays, "Lord, send me a sign.  Owl screeches."  She knew the hour had come and slipped into the night.  When she isn't sure what to do and prays "I don't know who to trust, Lord" the answer comes "SEARCH FOR MY FACE IN THEIRS AND FOR MY HANDS IN THEIR WORK. WHAT HAVE YOU IN YOUR HANDS?"

"At nightfall, Harriet climbs into a wagon, and the farmer covers her with blankets.  As the wagon wobbles along, Harriet worries that it is heading to jail.  Should I leap, Lord?


... Hiding in a wagon ...
"TRUST ME TO PROTECT YOU, CHILD," is the response she receives.  "A heart song lulls her to sleep.  Swing low: sweet chariot.  The wagon stops at dawn."

"A boatman rows her upriver.  Back on shore, hounds snarl, sniff for Harriet's trail.  She races as fast as she can.  Lord, I can't outrun them."

... Rowed upriver...
"God speaks through a babbling brook."

"SHED YOUR SHOES; WADE IN THE WATER TO TRICK THE DOGS."

"Upstream, the barking ceases and fear washes away.  Thank You, Lord."

For a week Harriet hides in a potato hole, as word has been received that patrollers are nabbing runaways up ahead.  "Have You deserted me, Lord?" she asks.

... Hiding in a potato hole ...
"HARRIET, WHEN YOU WERE A GIRL, YOU HID IN A PIGPEN TO SHUN THE WHIP.  YOU FOUGHT HOGS FOR TABLE SCRAPS, ALMOST STARVED BEFORE YOU FACED THE LASH.  I AM WITH YOU NOW AS I WAS THEN."

"And old prayer comes back to her.  Lord, make me strong. Help me fight."

"After seven days, Harriet rises from that hole like a sapling, reaches for the sun as if to touch God's hand.  By moonlight, she marches on, making her way mile after rugged mile, hiding in haystacks, attics and barns, holding God's hand all the while.  She often wearies.  How far, Lord?

"AS FAR AS YOU CAN WALK WITH ME, MY CHILD, AND I CAN CARRY YOU."

"When Harriet is about to drop, a couple in a wagon ride by.  They say slavery is a sin, and they take her on the last leg of her journey.  NOT FAR NOW, CHILD, NOT FAR NOW."

"In the Promised Land, Philadelphia, the sun shines gold in the trees and Harriet feels light as a cloud.  She studies herself from head to toe to see if she has wings.  Is this heaven, Lord?  NOT HEAVEN, HARRIET, FREE SOIL."

Although Harriet enjoys her newfound freedom, she prays, "Lord, I am a stranger here;  All my kin are down south.  As Harriet dusts, her family's faces appear in the wood grain.  She wipes a tear from the table."

Harriet feels like God says to her "WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE THEM.  THEN GO BACK FOR THEM, DAUGHTER.  BUT FIRST, GO TO MY HOUSE TO PREPARE FOR THE JOURNEY."

"And Harriet goes to church, finds not just holy ground but a stopping place, a station along the Underground Railroad that slaves travel to freedom.  Harriet hands out shirts and shoes, serves butterbeans and biscuits to newly arrived runaways, while agents who plot escape paths pass on secret routes that she learns by heart.  Finally a conductor; a guide, she turns to God.  I am ready, Lord.  Lead me."

"HARRIET, I WILL MAKE A WAY FOR YOU."

"Risking her own life, Harriet returns to the dreaded South and rescues her family.  But she dreams of slaves still in the yoke.  She hears their groans, sees their tears, tosses and turns in her sleep.  Then, God opens her eyes."

"HARRIET, BE THE MOSES OF YOUR PEOPLE."

Like the Biblical Moses, Harriet protested and said, "But I am a lowly woman, Lord."

Reassurance came.  "HARRIET, I HAVE BLESSED YOU WITH A STRONG BODY, A CLEVER MIND.  YOU HEAL THE SICK AND SEE THE FUTURE.  USE YOUR GIFTS TO BREAK THE CHAINS."

"I will do as You say, Lord.  I will show others the way to freedom that You have shown me."

"SAVE ALL YOU CAN, DAUGHTER."

"And Harriet heeds God's call, goes south again and again, keeps her bands of runaways moving -- come storms and rough country -- clear to Canada:  Canaanland.  And when free souls sing her praises, she gives glory where it is due."

"It wasn't me.  It was the Lord.  I always trust Him to lead me and He always does."

An "Author's Note" at the conclusion of the book says, "this fictional story is based on the spiritual journey of Harriet Tubman -- as a slave in Maryland; a free woman in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; and a famous conductor on the Underground Railroad.  Courageous, compassionate, and deeply religious, Tubman saw visions and spoke to God.  She believed the Lord called her to free slaves on the Underground Railroad.  Her strong faith not only helped her to escape from slavery, but to lead others to freedom."

The remainder of the "Author's Note" gives biographical details from Tubman's life.  Much of this information is included in our blog post "Escape North" [March 24, 2011].  Weatherford recounts some of these facts, with a few minor differences.

"One of eleven children of Benjamin and Harriet Ross, Tubman was born into slavery around 1820 on a Bucktown, Maryland plantation.  Named Araminta at birth and nicknamed "Minty," Tubman was just seven years old when she was hired out -- rented by her master to another household -- to care for a baby.  She was forced to rock the cradle day and night.  When the baby cried, Tubman was whipped."

"Eventually, she rebelled against the mistreatment.  Once she ran away and hid in a pigpen for several days to avoid a beating.  Another time, after Tubman went to work in the fields, she disobeyed an order to tie up a slave who had escaped.  When the slave fled again, the master struck Tubman in the head with a two-pound weight, nearly killing her.  For the rest of her life, she bore a scar and suffered with severe headaches, blackouts and fits of speechlessness."

"As a young woman, Tubman chopped wood with her father.  In the forest, he taught her to gather nuts and berries, make cures from plants and roots, predict the weather, and follow the stars.  By adulthood, Tubman had taken her mother's name, Harriet."

"In 1844, Harriet's master forced her to marry John Tubman.  When her owner died in 1849, she heard she would be separated from her family and sold south, where slavery was even harsher.  Harriet decided to run away, even though her husband refused to go with her and threatened to tell the master.  Trusting God, Harriet fled alone on the Underground Railroad, a loosely organized network of safe houses, secret routes, codes and signs, and abolitionists, people who opposed slavery.  She journeyed ninety miles, mostly on foot, to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.  Finally free, Harriet felt reborn."

"But she worried about her loved ones still enslaved down south.  Vowing to free them, she saved the money she earned as a cook and maid.  At a church that was an Underground Railroad station, she learned secret routes and the locations of safe houses."

"In 1851, Harriet returned to Maryland and led her brothers to freedom.  Again and again she returned to the South, risking her life to free other slaves.  Guided by God, she led her bands of runaways hundreds of miles.  She talked to God as to a friend and she heeded His commands.  In time, she became known as "the Moses of her people."  Slave masters offered a forty-thousand-dollar reward for Harriet's capture.  To outsmart slave catchers, she took different routes and donned disguises.  She used medicine to hush crying babies and threatened to shoot runaways who begged to turn back.  In 1857, Harriet carried her aging parents to Canada.  By 1860, she had gone south nineteen times and freed as many as three hundred slaves.  She never lost a passenger."

"Harriet Tubman died in 1913."


 "WELL DONE, MOSES, WELL DONE."