Grandmother made hot corn bread and fried okra. Only his lips were clean, and he used them to kiss the top of my head. When I was young in the mountains, Grandfather came home in the evening covered with the black dust of a coal mine. "An evocative remembrance of the simple pleasures in country living splashing in the swimming hole, taking baths in the kitchen, sharing family times, each is eloquently portrayed here in both the misty-hued scenes and in the poetic text."-Association for Childhood Education International Warmly rendered illustrations complement the lyrical text."- School Library Journal Surrounding all of these memories is the loving relationship with her grandparents. "Rylant delights in the simple joys of living with her grandparents in the Appalachian Mountains: fresh cornbread, the swimming hole, bathing in the tin tub, snakes, and the community church. The book was awarded a Caldecott Honor Medal in 1983. Growing up in the mountains is depicted with a spare, lyrical text and beautiful, tender illustrations by Diane Goode. For twenty years, Cynthia Rylant's story of childhood in the Appalachian Mountains has been an enduring favorite.
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