Our Heroes: How Kids are Making a Difference

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By Janet Wilson

“How can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?” (Xhosa child)

Our Heroes begins with the story of ubuntu, an African word that loosely translated means humanity. Ubuntu recognizes that all people are connected, that we are part of a greater whole. It is a small word for a big idea and in Janet Wilson’s Our Heroes, it is small people who put it into action.

In Wilson’s third book in her series about children who make a difference, she has collected stories of young activists from around the world. Each child decided to take action after a personal experience illuminated for them one of the world’s terrible injustices. They take on hunger, poverty, discrimination and violence with heartfelt, well-focused ideas. Arti works towards eliminating prejudice in her temple so that her low-caste friend can worship too. Kesz provides flip-flops to protect the feet of the children who must scavenge the dump to live. Adib shows farmers how to use mobile technology to get a fair price for their crops. Their stories will inspire, as will the young activists’ words of advice. Find something you’re passionate about. Share. You’re never too young. Don’t let your parents stop you!

Her portraits of the children are warm and engaging, and the photo layout is informative. The book will inspire children and humble adults, and is a must-have for schools, libraries and families interested in social consciousness.

Our Heroes: How Kids are Making a Difference
Written and illustrated by Janet Wilson
978-1-927583-41-8
Second Story Press
September 12, 2014
32 pp
Ages 6-12

Reviewed by Penny Draper for the National Reading Campaign

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The Tale of the Black Pig

DSC00006_10A black pig, a government edict, an old oak tree and an open window…throw in a pile of salt and untold riches and what have you got? A good story, at the very least.

While walking up La Rambla in Barcelona, I almost stumbled as my feet stepped into a field of raw meat. Stretching across the sidewalk, a path of marbled pink led me up an escalator (also made of meat) and into a wine bar. The elegant host handed me a menu. My Spanish is poor, but as far as I could tell I was being offered a wine and boar tasting. I enjoy a good prosciutto, I thought to myself, and I’m always up for a glass of wine. Luckily I did not express this blasphemy aloud, as I would not only have been expelled from the restaurant, but perhaps from Spain as well.

DSC00001_9_2I was actually being offered the opportunity to taste Jamón Ibérico de Bellota, or acorn-fed black pig, one of the world’s gastronomic treasures. Paper-thin slices of pork were being served on plates warmed to exactly 27° C (80° F), just the right temperature for the rivers of marbled fat to begin to melt, a fat so sweet it is sometimes used to wrap cherries for dessert. Paired with a crisp manzanilla or a dry fino sherry and it wasn’t just the fat melting; I was too. The sweet, nutty delicacy was a heavenly shock after the somewhat tawdry, albeit effective, meat escalator. What was this stuff?

The uninitiated will call it ham, but for the Spanish this meat stands in a class of its own. An epicure could write pages on the complexity of jamón, a food so exquisite it is sometimes wrapped in gold leaf, but I am not an epicure. I am a storyteller and the Tale of the Black Pig is an interesting one.

Long ago, when men first began to domesticate animals, the Phoenicians brought pigs to Spain from Lebanon. They interbred with wild boars and produced a new breed: large, long-legged, fine boned, with black tails and hooves. Left to roam in the ancient oak forests of the Iberian Peninsula, they feasted on magic acorns during the dark days of winter, becoming bigger and fatter than any pigs that came before. And the acorns really were magic. Inside the pig’s body they triggered a sophisticated chemical reaction that transformed half the pig’s fat from artery-clogging saturated fat to monounsaturated oleic acid full of antioxidants. It’s good fat. I’m debating about adding acorns to my diet.

After the matanza, or traditional slaughter, the hams were kept in hills of salt for nine days, then washed and hung to dry in the mountain air for up to three years, losing half their size. The abundance of this wonderful fat allowed for the long curing time, which in turn produced the complex, intense flavour of the meat. It’s said that the only mechanical intrusion into this traditional process was a button that opened and closed the windows of the curing sheds to allow the mountain air to do its work. The result: the aforementioned untold riches and a happily-ever-after for the story.

And although that’s the end of the pig, it’s not the end of the tale. There’s a prequel. DSC00010_8Traditional practices such as the one that produces Jamón Ibérico de Bellota are honed by history and steeped in lore. Before the Middle Ages, bellota ham was just for peasants. The oak forests were there, the black pigs were there; bellota ham was the available food source. (Editorial note: lucky, lucky peasants!) That was before the Spanish Inquisition, when luck ran out for many.

Land ownership in the Iberian Peninsula changed dramatically as farms were consolidated under Church and military control. But the land was poor, the climate unpredictable and dry. Leaders worried that collective farming would ruin the land, so decreed that farmers had to adopt a multi-use approach. The rangeland management system that was developed required retention of the oak forest (with some thinning allowed), along with some agriculture, some grassland and some grazing. This system created a sustainable agroforestry ecosystem that remains in place today, called a dehesa. The oak trees provide renewable cork, as well as wild mushrooms, charcoal, tannin and firewood. The acorns feed the black pigs. The grasslands provide barley, oats and rye for goats, sheep, cattle and horses. These grazers keep down the shrub growth and provide milk. The dehesa also supports wild game, which is hunted for meat.

So today, despite poor land, the dehesas are not only economically successful but contain some of the highest biodiversity in the world. Home to endangered species such as the Iberian Lynx, Iberian Eagle, Black Vulture and Black Stork, they also sequester 3-5 times more CO2 than other forests during periods of bark regeneration after cork harvesting. The popularity of Jamón Ibérico de Bellota is helping local farmers maintain the ecosystem and retain rural jobs rather than submit to pressure to develop the real estate. From a tragic period in history comes a positive outcome.

And it was melting on my plate. With every succulent bite I taste the past and the future. It’s definitely a happily-ever-story, just not for the poor Black Pig.

Finding the Story: Barcelona

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Visiting Barcelona for just three days is not enough. Three days offers no more than a few ticks on the travel checklist, should one actually have such a thing:

√  Check out Gaudí

√  Eat tapas

√  Stroll Barceloneta Beach

Then move on. It’s frustrating and exhausting and exhilarating. In three days you can’t be a traveler, you can only be a tourist and who wants to be lumped in with that crowd? I’m told by others that I should be grateful even to have three days and I am, really, but I can’t help the desperation that rises within to see it all, hear it all, feel it all. My head swivels and my eyes bug out until the thousands of impressions make my brain soggy. Being a tourist reduces me to a caricature of my former self.

At the end of the three days I close my eyes and let all those impressions swirl like the coloured wax in a lava lamp. (Some call it exhaustion but I prefer to think of it as a creatively restful state.)  Slow, heavy, breaking apart, realigning, changing colour: images of jamón ibérico roil with Catalan wine as trencadís salamanders sparkle. I repeat – this is not exhaustion. Or anything stronger. It’s an indulgence of the senses.

But it doesn’t mean anything.

This line was famously said by one of the von Trapp children in The Sound of Music, with reference to music notes. And it’s true; taken individually, all my impressions are as meaningless as a single note. I could just list them, or put them in a slideshow to bore my relatives, but that doesn’t give me a story. I need to find the music of the memory.

IMG_8985I want my story to be about architect Antoni Gaudí, with his crazy chimneys, bassoon-playing angel and unfinished masterwork, La Sagrada Familia. But thanks to a malfunctioning sensor, my memory of him has become the story of his death. This one impression obliterates all the rest, no matter how hard I try to bury it. It’s like a terrible song that I can’t get out of my head.

Here’s how this came to be. When you only have three days you have to take advantage of time-saving tourist aids. In my case, that was the hop-on, hop-off bus. IMG_9534Barcelona has cleverly installed personal audio systems at every seat, and the audio is apparently triggered by sensors on the roadway. One block before a famous sight, the system tells you all about what you’re going to see. Get stuck in traffic and the audio waits patiently with you. It’s a great system except when it malfunctions. Up near the stop for Parc Güell, the audio sombrely announced that IMG_9562at the upcoming intersection Gaudí met his death. He was run over by a trolley, which is a sad fate indeed. Two blocks later Gaudí again met his death by trolley. Four intersections further along, he died again. The malfunction would have been funny had it not been for the fact that we were talking about a man’s death. Please, please, I thought, don’t let it happen again!

So now, all my memories of Barcelona keep getting run over by a trolley. I want to remember the sheer genius of Gaudí’s work but then BAM! There’s that darn trolley again. And I remember that a great man died and I think of his legacy and I look around at the art and architecture that are the crown jewels of this city, done by the many artists that tried something new because Gaudí showed them how and…I had my story.

That malfunctioning sensor sang a terrible song, but it provided the music for my memory. It will forever remind me of the man who gave this city its heart. Whether it’s the food, the beach, the buildings or the people, it’s a city that knows how to colour outside the lines. And that’s because Antoni Gaudí once lived there, before he was run over by a trolley.

Dreaming in Indian

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Edited by Lisa Charleyboy and Mary Beth Leatherdale

“There is a lot of pressure on youth right now, everyone is telling you what you should be doing. Telling your own stories is empowering because self-expression is freedom – a way to find your own voice.”

-Danis Goulet (Cree/Métis) Filmmaker

Dreaming in Indian: Contemporary Native American Voices is about voice. A compilation of personal stories from indigenous youth, the collection includes writers, artists, dancers, filmmakers, photographers and creative thinkers who are trying to make sense of their lives. Their experiences will resonate with both Native and Non-Native readers, because the act of hearing the struggles of one person gives insight into the struggles of all.

Editors, Lisa Charleyboy and Mary Beth Leatherdale, bring strong literary and cultural credentials to the work. They have selected and organized the entries well, resulting in a cohesive and flowing narrative. The book is divided into four sections: Roots, Battles, Medicines and Dreamcatchers. In Roots one senses strength, but in the dark pages of the Battles section the stories become angrier. The swirling picture collages of designer Inti Amaterasu are atmospheric, suggesting the alienation Native youth feel. But the book ends with hopes that are nothing less than heroic. The stories shared by Aboriginal superstars such as Olympic athlete Waneek Horn-Miller, acclaimed author Joseph Boyden and business entrepreneur Louie Gong are illuminating and inspiring.

Beautifully produced, this is a powerful book. Each reader will hear a different voice; one hopes that close listening will result in a choir of voices, each unique but singing a complementary melody.

Dreaming in Indian: Contemporary Native American Voices
Edited by Lisa Charleyboy and Mary Beth Leatherdale
978-1-55451-687-2
Annick Press
July 24, 2014
128 pp
Ages 12+

Penny Draper copyReviewed by:

Penny Draper lives in Victoria, British Columbia. She is the author of the award-winning “Disaster Strikes!” series, historical fiction that places young protagonists at the centre of real Canadian disasters.

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From Vimy to Victory

By Hugh Brewster
Published by Scholastic Canada
ISBN 13: 978-1-4431-2461-4

As seen in his previous award-winning books At Vimy Ridge and Dieppe, Hugh Brewster, is known for his ability to capture the essence of important turning points in Canadian history for young people. In From Vimy to Victory, Brewster has once again crafted a magnificent gift for Canadians of all ages. By piecing together photographs, maps, personal accounts, paintings and quotations, Brewster has woven together the story of the end of WWI with great clarity, poignancy and inspiration returning it back to a new generation lest they forget.

It begins with a ghost. Will Bird’s near escape from death in a bivouac immediately draws readers into the mayhem, terror and frustration of the trenches. Readers can feel the mud in their boots as Will’s regiment fights their way from Vimy to Hill 70, then to Ypres  (called Wipers because it “was a likely place to get wiped out”) and finally Passchendaele. Strategy is considered from the point of view of Lt-General Arthur Currie, the first Canadian to command the 100,000 men of the Canadian Corps. Adding to the realism is the changing dynamic of the front line, clearly illustrated in colourful maps, and archival photographs. Sidebars celebrate the heroism of ordinary men and women as the story marches towards the eleventh hour of the eleventh day.

It is said that WWI was the war that made Canada into a country. In this cohesive and moving retelling of events, Brewster tells us how the incredible accomplishments of the Canadian Corps made it possible.

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Dance of the Banished

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In Dance of the Banished, acclaimed author, Marsha Skrypuch, once again breathes life into a piece of history with passionate clarity. Published on the one hundredth anniversary of World War I, Dance of the Banished tells the dual stories of alien internment in Canada and the Armenian Genocide in Turkey, both from an unusual perspective.

Zeynap, fierce and bold, and Ali, caring and principled, live in the same village in Anatolia and plan to marry. Unexpectedly, Ali is sent to Canada and Zeynap is left behind. Each writes in a journal for the other, but as war comes to both countries it is unlikely their words will ever be shared. Still, they keep on. Zeynap writes an eyewitness account of the genocide from the point of view of the Alevi Kurds, telling a little known side of this tragic story. Ali, in turn, gives an accounting of life in an internment camp in, surprisingly, Kapuskasing. For each, the journal entries are a coping mechanism, a way to bear witness to the atrocities of war and ultimately, to bring justice.

Skrypuch’s compelling characters give an authentic voice to this well researched story. It is definitely a book for adults as well as teens. And although it is a story of war it includes moments of great joy, making it much more than a tragedy. Whether together in Turkey or alone in banishment, both Zeynap and Ali are able to lose themselves when they dance. Their troubles are momentarily forgotten in an ecstasy of whirling that reminds us of the cyclical nature of human events. Preserving the past, as Skrypuch does so well, is part of that cycle.

Dance of the Banished
By Marsha Skrypuch
978-1-927485-65-1
Pajama Press
August 22, 2014
288 pp
Ages 12+

Dirk Daring, Secret Agent

9781459806832-240x300By Helaine Becker

Darren Dirkowitz, a.k.a. Secret Agent Dirk Daring, has the stealth and cunning of the panther, the patience of the chameleon, the stillness of the serpent, and the strength of the spider. Dirk Daring is a master spy. But sometimes even master spies need help navigating Grade Five.

Helaine Becker has created a delightful hero in underdog, Darren Dirkowitz. Labeled a geek, Darren is practically a social outcast. Plagued with an evil stepbrother and infatuated with the prettiest girl in the class, there are just so many ways for him to have a bad day. When his secret spy journal is stolen and Darren is threatened with exposure, school-wide humiliation seems inevitable—were it not for the special skills of Dirk Daring.

Chock full of code names and encrypted missions, comic doodles and handwritten editorial comments, Dirk Daring, Secret Agent is a high-energy race car speeding to what looks like certain disaster. But underneath is a gentle and thoughtful look at the scary parts of being ten years old: Who will be my friend? Will people make fun of me? Will the bullies get me?

This is a highly imaginative and enjoyable read and the underlying message adds to, rather than detracts from the fun. Spoiler alert – the bad guys are punished in the end. But just who ARE the bad guys? Only Dirk Daring knows for sure.

Dirk Daring, Secret Agent
By Helaine Becker
978-1-4598-0683-2
Orca Book Publishers
October 1, 2014
208 pp
Ages 8-11

Back to School – Not

Right across the country, kids went back to school yesterday, except in British Columbia. Here, a half million students are getting an extra long summer holiday while their teachers are on strike. As in all disputes, there are myriad issues: class size, class composition, pay rates, benefits and a Supreme court ruling to name a few. I’m not an educator or a negotiator or a member of government so I take no sides. Except perhaps to say that we should probably be listening to the people who are actually teaching our children about whether or not we need another bandage on our post-war system, or whether it’s time to rip the bandage off and start again. No, I’m a writer, and I’ve noticed something unusual in our community these last two days.

There are kids on bikes all over the place. Well, obviously, the kids have to be somewhere. But why didn’t I see them all summer? There was no school then either. There are middle school kids at the bus stop, alone. I don’t usually see that either. The park was packed. (It was barely used all summer.) Mobs of moms chatted with one another, smiling, while a ten-year-old hopped on his pogo stick and a line of kids waited patiently for the slide. A dad played tennis with two tweens on the free court. I can’t help myself when I people-watch; I just have to make up stories about all the people I see. I’ll bet that dad was a lawyer or a businessman, because his shorts didn’t sit easily, as if they hadn’t been used much. He had a lousy serve but was grinning like crazy. Everyone I saw today was happy.

In no way do I want to minimize the terrible hardship and stress this strike is placing on families. It’s a disaster. But, we must remember that disasters have the potential to bring out the best in people. They are a time-out-of-time, with different rules, changed schedules and forced flexibility. They give us the opportunity to try new things. In a disaster, we can only concentrate on the things that are most important, letting all else fall away. I’m almost always surprised that what I thought was most important never is.

The kids will go back to school eventually. Our job is to remember the good, if any, that comes out of the changes we have been forced to make. It could be increased independence,  more unscheduled time to play, less time at work or learning how to accept help from friends and neighbours without feeling guilty.

We rarely take a time-out-of-time, as they seem a luxury beyond imagining. Most often they are forced upon us, and it’s hard to see them as a gift.  But we need to try, or the potential to learn something different – something precious – will be forever lost.

 

Gottika

 

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The masked creature with glowing red eyes that crawls over the cover of Helaine Becker’s new novel will fascinate fans of futuristic fantasy. Gottika is a modern retelling of the legend of the Jewish golem, a magical creature created from clay and mud whose very existence challenges how we think about ourselves.

 

Fifteen-year-old Dany is proud to be a Stoon, a peaceful people with a deep history and love of learning. Unfortunately, the Stoons live in the shadow of a city named Gottika, a fearful place where hatred, prejudice, and ignorance rule. When tensions erupt, Dany learns that his father has the power to conjure a golem to help their cause. Called Moishe, the huge creature of clay does help – and hinder – the Stoons. But can Dany’s father control him? In the powerful conclusion, Dany must confront difficult truths about himself, his family, and his world.

Becker’s fantasy stays true to the core of the legend, effortlessly drawing readers into the story. Alexander Griggs-Burr’s illustrations are a superb addition, edging the book into the realm of graphic novel. The chapters drawn in comic book style further the plot and ramp up the tension.

The juxtaposition of text and comics, combined with the talents of Becker and Griggs-Burr, ensure a broad audience for Gottika. Lovers of fantasy, myths and legends, action comics, a hero’s quest, and even Dungeons and Dragons fans will want to keep reading late into the night. And this story will continue to resonate the morning after.

Gottika
By Helaine Becker, illustrations by Alexander Griggs-Burr
Dancing Cat Books
978-1-77086-391-0
June 2014
240 pages
Ages 9-12

 

Turkey: The Last Post

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Anzac Memorial, Gallipoli

This is the centenary of the Great War. As we ponder the lessons that this pivotal global event taught us, without forgetting the current situations in Gaza, Ukraine, Iraq and Syria, one wonders if we have learned anything from the immense sacrifice of one hundred years ago.

One of our last stops in Turkey was at Gallipoli. It is the defining battleground for Australians and New Zealanders, just as Vimy Ridge is for my fellow Canadians. As luck would have it, most of our compatriots on the tour were from Australia, and seeing Gallipoli through their eyes was revealing.

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This is it: a narrow peninsula of hilly land between the Aegean Sea and the Dardanelles. It is strategically important as an entryway to the Sea of Marmara and eventually, the Black Sea and Russia. In a campaign that lasted just shy of nine months, Turkey held the territory against Allied Forces but at great cost. 100,000 men died. The campaign changed history, both for the Allies and for the Ottomans.

IMG_8334The Anzac Memorial is a moving tribute to those who sacrificed their lives for the cause. For our little group of travellers, it was made more memorable by the presence of what has come to be known as a “third generation survivor”. (The second generation facilitates the telling of the stories; the thirds are the ones who cherish and preserve the memories for the future.) This man’s grandfather fought at Gallipoli, and was one of the few who came home. He wrote his memories down in a small journal, which his grandson had carried with him from Australia. Piecing the battle together from the notes, we followed the grandfather’s path to Quinn’s Post, the place where most of his mates were killed. In the small cemetery there, we all helped find the gravestones of the soldiers of that regiment so that his grandson could take pictures of each and every one.

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The quotes on the Anzac Memorial plaques are telling. First, from Winston Churchill: A good army of 50,000 men and sea power – that is the end of the Turkish menace. Then from Joseph Gasparich, a New Zealand soldier: Sir, this is a sheer waste of good men. Followed by Memiș Bayraktar, a Turkish soldier: Countless dead, countless! It was impossible to count. And much later from Atatürk, formerly Mustafa Kemal, commander of the 19th Division in Gallipoli:

Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives… You are now lying in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets to us where they lie side by side now here in this country of ours… you, the mothers, who sent their sons from faraway countries wipe away your tears; your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well.

These beautiful words are chiselled in stone at the Anzac Memorial, as seen in the top photo. But I wonder – was there no way the Johnnies and the Mehmets could have become brothers without slaughtering each other first?

Historians can explain to us the complex geopolitical and religious alliances that were in play in 1914, creating stresses sufficient to allow the assassination of an Austrian Archduke to explode into a worldwide conflict that left 16 million dead. Maybe the world needed to change, and the assassination was merely the catalyst. But again I wonder – must changing the world be so colossally destructive?

Speaking of being destructive, I happen to live in an earthquake zone. The “big one” is going to be awful and it’s going to change my world forever. It’s way overdue, but that’s fine by me. Instead of the big one we get hundreds of small quakes that continually ease pressure points, hopefully avoiding total disaster. Would that people could do the same.

 

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