Lincoln and His Boys by Rosemary Wells (English) Hardcover Book

Description: Lincoln and His Boys by Rosemary Wells Abraham Lincoln, Americas most revered president, was also a father. With the war raging and the Union under siege, despite his own sadness and searing personal tragedy, Lincoln was always generous, playful, and loving to his sons. This is a portrait of Abraham Lincoln as seen (through the eyes of his children) and captured in illustrations. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description This is an intimate, moving portrait of Abraham Lincoln as rarely seen (through the eyes of his children) and captured in exquisite illustrations.Abraham Lincoln, Americas most revered president, was also a father. Here is Lincoln as seen by two of his sons in the years 1859-1864: Willie thrilled to be on his first train trip with his father when Lincoln was running for president, Willie and Tad barging into cabinet meetings to lift Lincolns spirits in the early days of the Civil War, Tad accompanying him to Richmond just after the Souths defeat. With the war raging and the Union under siege, despite his own sadness and searing personal tragedy, Lincoln was always generous, playful, and loving to his sons. Author Rosemary Wells and illustrator PJ Lynch present a meticulously researched biography that gives us a Lincoln not frozen in time, but accessible and utterly real. Author Biography Rosemary Wells is an author and illustrator of picture books and has written many novels and non-fiction books for young readers, including Mary on Horseback, a biography of Mary Breckenridge that won the Christopher Medal. While researching a historical novel about the Civil War, she came upon a 200-word fragment by Willie Lincoln about a trip taken with his father, and the idea for Lincoln and His Boys was born. She lives in Connecticut, USA. Review Introduces the legendary president through the perspectives of his youngest children, Willie and Tad...Rarely does a biography so robustly engage the audiences emotions.--Publishers Weekly (starred review) Captures moments in time, from a childs perspective, in a very momentous life.--Books4YourKids Featured/recommended--Baldwincountynow.com Featured/recommended--Bookmark (The First Book blog) Featured/recommended--Tina Says This is the story of real people, real children, a real family, as told from the perspective of Lincolns sons Tad and Willie.--PlanetEsme Prizes Short-listed for Iowa Childrens Choice (ICCA) Award 2013 Short-listed for Beehive Awards (Fiction) 2012 Review Quote Introduces the legendary president through the perspectives of his youngest children, Willie and TadiRarely does a biography so robustly engage the audiences emotions. Publishers Weekly (starred review) Captures moments in time, from a childs perspective, in a very momentous life. Books4YourKids Featured/recommended Baldwincountynow.com Featured/recommended Bookmark (The First Book blog) Featured/recommended Tina Says This is the story of real people, real children, a real family, as told from the perspective of Lincolns sons Tad and Willie. PlanetEsme Excerpt from Book Every evening my brother Tad and I run over to Fathers office on the corner of Adams Street. We huck handfuls of pebbles up at the windowpanes so Father knows we are coming. Tad is smaller than I am, but he can throw the pebbles harder and make more noise. Mr. Herndon, Fathers law partner, likes things neat and quiet. He says we act like little wild orangutans, which is true. But Father doesnt ever scold us for what we do. If Mr. Herndon gets that look on his face and shakes his finger at us, Father laughs. Tad makes most of the trouble. I never squirt ink or ruin briefs. Mostly I stack the big old law books and make pyramids out of them and then knock them all down. Its our job, says Mama, to pull Father out of his office and get him home for supper on time, so thats what we do after the sun goes down. On the walk home to our house on Jackson and Eighth, Father and Tad and I always stop and talk to neighbors and dogs, which makes us late. Then we run into the house and Father puts his arms around Mama and waltzes her around the room until she smiles and comes out of her fretfulness about our being late for supper. When we sit at table, Mama makes dead sure we have good manners. We are not allowed resting on elbows. Sometimes she chides Father for wearing shirtsleeves around the house and not putting on his coat. He puts on his coat to make her happy. Then he puts his hand over his smile and declares the coat has just taken flight like an eagle and come to rest on the back of his chair. We chew with mouths closed and dont slurp our soup. Tad has trouble eating. He was born with a hole in the roof of his mouth and has to have all his food cut up for him. His manners are not as good as mine, but they are on the way up. Tonight at supper, when Tad pulled my hair, Mama said, "Taddie darling, who knows where well be a year from now? It might be in the finest palaces of Paris, France! They dont let little boys with no table manners eat in the dining rooms in the palaces!" Immediately I wonder why Mama says this about palaces in France. It might could mean she is planning an escape from Springfield to a fancier place. Long ago Father was a congressman in Washington. Does this mean Father is redding up for another election? Willie and I discuss it in bed. "Mama ordered a new black suit for Papa-day," says Taddie from his pillow. "She sent money in the letter. Two pair of trousers." "How do you know?" I ask. "She told me," Taddie answers. "She let me mail the letter to Mr. Steinway, the tailor in Chicago. Thats how. I said to Mama, Whats this letter for, Mama? and she tried to get me to read the address and I couldnt. But then she said its to Mr. Steinways tailor shop on Dearborn Avenue in Chicago. Its for a new suit." "What do you think the new suit means, Tad?" I ask. Tad doesnt hesitate. "Papa-days gonna turn around and re-whup Mr. Douglas." Taddie always says Papa-day; its his way of saying Papa dear. Taddies cleft palate gives him lots of lispy speech trouble. Sometimes I have to translate what he says to people outside the family. A lot of people think Taddie is slow, but he doesnt miss a thing. Hes as smart as a snake. When the time is right, Ill ask Father if indeed hes working up to another scrap with Mr. Douglas. Mr. Douglas beat father in the Senate election in 58. We did not like that one bit, since Mr. Douglas told lies about Father during their debates. It is decided that I, Willie, have good enough manners that I may visit Chicago with Father when he goes to the courthouse there in early June. I am more excited than I have ever been in my nine years on earth. On June 2nd, the morning of our trip, Mama parts my hair with her ivory comb. She slicks it down both sides with water. It stays in place until the station. Then she kisses the top of my head when the train comes down the tracks. I let go her hand and change it for Fathers. Her hand is no bigger than a plump little sparrow. His hand is hard and brown and the span of my whole arm. Father scoops up my small bag and his large one. A strand of Mamas black hair has come loose. It blows in her face until she tucks it back into its bun. She waves to us until I know it hurts her arm. Her eyes are shaded with her other hand, and she is squinting under the sun until she cant see us or the train anymore. Now I have Father all to myself. "This is a superior train, Pa," I tell him proudly because it is my first train. Father says that its a pretty tinky railway compared to others in Pennsylvania and New York. It takes all of a day to get to Chicago. Father and I walk to the Tremont Hotel. I never did imagine so many people or so much noise all in one place. "Willie, you look like the preacher on his first day in heaven," Father says to me. "Surprised to see that so many other people got there too!" People say about Father that hes pine tall. This is due to his double-long legs. In the way that tall people do, Father tips sideways to hold my hand. In the Tremont Hotel lobby is a whole forest of trees set in porcelain tubs. I ask what their strange long leaves are. Father says they are palms. "The palm has a frond, not a leaf," he explains."F-r-o-n-d. Frond." I spell it back to him and he is pleased. Then there is strange music. It is not fiddle. It is not piano or horn. "What is it, Pa? What is that little popping music?" I ask him. "Its a harp," says Father. So I say, "That lady playing it must be an angel. Only angels play harps!" Father agrees that she must be an angel. He tells me, "Close your mouth, son, and dont forget to blink your eyes once in a while!" Description for Library Brothers Willie and Taddie share stories about their father, Abraham Lincoln, from 1859 to 1865. Details ISBN0763637238 Author Rosemary Wells Short Title LINCOLN & HIS BOYS Pages 96 Publisher Candlewick Press (MA) Language English Illustrator P.J. Lynch ISBN-10 0763637238 ISBN-13 9780763637231 Media Book Format Hardcover DEWEY FIC Illustrations Yes Year 2008 Publication Date 2008-12-31 Imprint Candlewick Press,U.S. Place of Publication Massachusetts Country of Publication United States Birth 1943 Residence Briarcliff Manor, NY, US Audience Age 8-12 DOI 10.1604/9780763637231 Audience Children/Juvenile We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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