A Blossom Promise

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The Blossom spirit endures as the family confronts the frailty of human life in Newbery Award-winning author Betsy Byars's fourth Blossom Family book.

It's a time of ups and downs for the Blossoms. Maggie is thrilled to be on the rodeo circuit . . . until she witnesses Mom kissing a handsome stranger. Back at home, the family has weathered the worst flood in the state's history, and Vern and Michael can't wait to test their homemade raft down ...

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Overview

The Blossom spirit endures as the family confronts the frailty of human life in Newbery Award-winning author Betsy Byars's fourth Blossom Family book.

It's a time of ups and downs for the Blossoms. Maggie is thrilled to be on the rodeo circuit . . . until she witnesses Mom kissing a handsome stranger. Back at home, the family has weathered the worst flood in the state's history, and Vern and Michael can't wait to test their homemade raft down at the flooded Snake Creek. Suddenly, Pap hears screams and runs to the rescue, but a heart attack strikes. As Pap clings to life, the Blossoms must rely on the strength of their family and pull together as never before.

In the aftermath of a big flood in Alderson County, the Blossom family continues coping in their rare family style.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The hard-living Blossom family is back in this last title of a remarkable quartet. All the children are anticipating something: Maggie is about to perform with her mother in the rodeo, Vern is preparing to launch a raft on the flooded Snake River and Junior has packed for an overnight stay with his friend Mad Mary in her cave. Then several simultaneous disasters strike, which sorely test the family but also strengthen it. The first half of the book sets up the action in short, alternating chapters focused on individual characterseven the dogs, Mud and Dump. After this long beginning, the plot takes flight, ending hopefully and joyously. Readers will find it hard to bid farewell to this eccentric, exuberant family. Illustrations not seen by PW. Ages 9-12. (October)
Children's Literature - Kathie M. Josephs
At the beginning of the book, each chapter gives the reader information about the different members of the Blossom family and what is transpiring. It is almost as if each chapter is a short story that you want to keep reading. Multiple disasters strike at the same time, which proves a great hardship on the family. The most challenging crisis is the grandfather's heart attack. The readers are drawn in to the deep emotions felt by the family and come to understand how hard it is to make hard decisions. There are times when families must pull together to survive adversities, and the Blossom family does just this. The fact that the author gives the various points of view regarding dealing with the problems gives the reader different perspectives about why certain choices are made. Even though this is the fourth book in this series, the author does a great job of giving just enough information so the reader can "pick-up" on what is going on. After reading this book, it is a sure bet that the reader will want to read the others. This book is well written, entertaining, and is a great way to hook a non-reader. It is good for both boys and girls and would be great to share with a friend. Reviewer: Kathie M. Josephs
School Library Journal
Gr 4-7 The last of the four books about the Blossom family begins on a high note. Junior is waiting for Pap to take him to spend the night with Mad Mary (from The Blossoms Meet the Vulture Lady Delacorte, 1986); Pap is out with his dog, Mud, happily inspecting the results of ``the worst flood in the state's history.'' Junior's older brother, Vern, and his friend are getting ready to launch their pride and joy, a homemade raft, while his sister, Maggie, is ready to make her debut on the rodeo circuit as a ``Wrangler Rider.'' Although disaster strikes on several fronts, it is their grandfather's heart attack that is the biggest challenge and the event that motivates Maggie to make a solemn Blossom promise that involves the whole family. Frequently switching point of view from one group of characters to another somewhat slows down the action, but Byars' strong writing style and highly individualistic characters will hold readers firmly. Those who know about this gutsy, captivating family will get the full impact of this welcome finale. New fans will be motivated to start at the beginning. Amy Kellman, Carnegie Lib . of Pittsburgh
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780823421473
  • Publisher: Holiday House, Inc.
  • Publication date: 6/28/2008
  • Series: Blossom Family Series
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Edition number: 4
  • Pages: 192
  • Sales rank: 959,625
  • Age range: 8 - 11 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 0.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Betsy Byars has written more than sixty books for young readers. Her books have been translated into nine languages and have appeared on national television. She writes based on real-life experiences; and many friends, enemies, and interesting people she has met often show up in her fiction. In 1971 her Summer of the Swans was awarded the Newbery Medal. She lives in South Carolina.

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A Blossom Promise


By Betsy Byars

Holiday House

Copyright © 1987 Betsy Byars
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4804-0270-6



CHAPTER 1

The Paper Bag


Junior was packing a paper bag. He wished he had a suitcase to pack, but he didn't and so he was putting just as much care into packing his paper bag. Junior was going to spend the night with Mad Mary.

In the bottom of the bag, neatly folded, was a pair of his mom's pajamas. Junior had to roll the pants legs up to keep from tripping over them, but it was the only nice pair of pajamas in the Blossom family.

On top of the pajamas was a Big Ben pad of paper and a pencil, in case he needed to do some writing. On top of that was his toothbrush, the family toothpaste, Maggie's comb, and a small broken mirror. On top of that was an extra pair of socks, his inch-long harmonica and two Snickers bars, one for him and one for Mary. Junior could tell which was which because he had already taken a bite out of his.

Junior stared at the contents for a moment and then, satisfied, he folded the top of the bag down neatly.

"I'm ready," he called happily.

Junior had been looking forward to spending the night in Mad Mary's cave ever since the day he got to know her. Her cave was the most wonderful place Junior had ever been. It seemed to him like a museum display of cave life—full of strange plants, strange books, strange furniture, strange foods.

The best thing about the cave, to Junior, were the vultures that roosted above it. There was something about watching the huge birds making effortless circles in the morning sky that gave Junior a splendid, lighter-than-air feeling. It was such a special feeling that Junior wanted to know the name of it. He was looking forward to the day that particular feeling appeared in one of his spelling lists at school. He knew exactly how he would use the word in a sentence.

"When I see vultures in the sky," he would write, "I feel—."

Mad Mary had come personally to the Blossom farm to invite Junior. She had stood with one worn boot propped on the steps—she hadn't entered a house in seven years—and she yelled, "Junior!"

No one in the world sounded like Mad Mary. As the sound of her voice boomed through the house, Junior burst through the screen door.

"Junior," she said when he had calmed down, "I thought you were coming to spend the night."

"I was! I am!" he cried.

"When?"

"I don't know!" He turned to his grandfather in the doorway. "When, Pap? Saturday? Can I go this Saturday?"

"Saturday's fine," Pap had said.

"You'll bring him, Alec?"

"Nobody has to bring me, I'll—"

"I'll bring him."

"I'll be watching for you," Mary said. With a brisk nod, she had turned and disappeared into the woods.

But Saturday it had been raining, and it was still raining the next Saturday. The Catawba River crested on Sunday, and still it kept raining. Now Alderson County had had fourteen straight days of rain—a state record—and the whole county was flooded.

Every night "News at Eleven" showed pictures of residents riding down the county streets in boats instead of cars. Even Brian Williams, at 6:30, had called it the worst flood in the state's history.

Junior had begged to go that second Saturday despite the rain. "Why not?" he whined. "I was in her cave before when it rained."

"No, Junior," Pap said.

"I can take an umbrella."

"No."

"And wear boots."

"No!"

"If you don't want to take me, I'll go by myself. I know the way. I could get there blindfolded."

"Maybe you could, Junior, but when the valley gets underwater, there's lots of things you don't see. You step in what you think's a little puddle and it turns out to be a ten-foot hole. When the flood's over—"

"Pleeeeeease."

"Junior, your mom left me in charge—you heard her. The last thing she said was for you to mind me. So when I say no, it's no. And I say, 'No!'"

Now at last the rain had stopped. The sun was out. The mist that hung over the flooded fields had burned off. People were out without umbrellas. The forecast was sunny and mild.

Normally Junior would be outside in the sunshine doing what everyone else in the county was doing—enjoying the flood. However, he had been wanting to go to Mary's for so long he couldn't get his mind on anything else.

"I'm ready," he called again.

He went through the living room and onto the front porch. "Paaaaap!" he called. Pap had promised to walk him to Mad Mary's right after lunch.

"Paaaaap!" Junior called again.

He could see that Pap's truck was still down by the creek, rammed sideways against an oak tree. At one point in the flooding, Pap had tried to drive the truck down the hill. The truck had slithered down the muddy slope like a sidewinder. If it hadn't rammed into the oak tree, it would have washed downstream.

Junior knew Pap had probably walked up the creek to admire the flooding. "But it's just water," Junior said to himself. "Why does it take so long to look at water?"

He sat on the steps and slumped dejectedly over his paper bag. "How can a plain old flood make him forget I was going to Mary's? Tell me that. How?" he asked the empty yard.

Junior felt water seep from the wet steps through his jeans, chilling his skin. He didn't care. He just wanted Pap to come home. He wanted to go!

He looked at his watch. It said, as it always did, 3:05. Junior thought it could be even later than that.

If Pap didn't get back soon, he wouldn't get to Mary's in time for supper. Mary would think he wasn't coming. She would eat without him. All the varmint stew would be gone.

"Come on," Junior said. He gritted his teeth with impatience. "Come onnnnnn."

He rocked his feet back and forth on the step. Pap had once told him that every member of the Blossom family had restless feet. That was why they had joined the rodeo circuit in the first place. Junior knew now what Pap meant.

He scratched an old flea bite on his ankle. The minutes dragged by.

Junior sighed. Slowly he unfolded his paper bag and looked inside. To pass the time, he decided he would take one more bite of his Snickers bar. Carefully, as if he were peeling a banana, he folded back the paper.

As the smell of chocolate filled the air, Junior heard a noise under the porch. "Don't bother coming out, Dump," Junior told the dog. "I'm not sharing."

Dump came out into the strong sunlight blinking. His face was covered with spider webs and dirt.

"Don't give me pitiful looks," Junior said. Carefully he took one bite.

"You know I don't like to share candy bars. You've been my dog for," Junior paused to count, "eight months. That's long enough to know I don't like to share candy bars."

Dump kept sitting there, watching Junior, wagging his thin tail. His body wiggled with hope.

"Oh, all right."

Junior broke off a piece and gave it to Dump. Then he folded the paper around the rest and put it in the bag.

"Now that is it. Go back and chase frogs."

The flooding of the valley had brought a lot of frogs up to dry land. Some of them had taken refuge under the Blossoms' house. Junior could hear them croaking at night, their chorus louder at times than the roar of the creek.

As soon as Dump had discovered the frogs, he started spending a good part of his day jumping around the crawl space, pouncing on them. When he caught one in his mouth, he didn't know what to do with it and they always left a bitter taste. Still, he couldn't stop pouncing.

Junior leaned down and scratched Dump behind the ears. "I'm going to spend the night with Mary if Pap ever comes back."

Dump's eyes closed with pleasure as Junior's fingers scratched the spot that always itched. His tongue licked the air.

Junior's head snapped up, "Mary's probably sitting on her porch just like me—well, on the ledge in front of her cave. The ledge is her porch. She's probably sitting there right this minute. She's watching for me, wondering where I am. 'Where's Junior ...? What happened to Junior ...?'"

His look hardened.

"If Pap doesn't hurry and come back soon," he added, "I might just go without him."

CHAPTER 2

The Raft


A mile away, up Snake Creek, Vern Blossom and his friend Michael were making a raft. Vern was whistling between his teeth. He always did this when he was happy. He had picked the habit up from Pap.

For the first time in his life, Vern had something to be proud of. It was always Junior who made things in the Blossom family and Vern who stood by and watched. Vern felt he had spent half of his life being an audience for Junior. Now, at last, he was making something. Junior would be the one to be astonished.

For one week, ever since the Catawba River crested and Snake Creek reached flood stage, Vern and Michael had been planning the raft. For one week they had collected logs and wood in the forest and scraps of rope and nails from their homes. They had stitched a sail in Michael's basement from a fitted bed sheet.

"Now don't tell anybody, all right?" Michael had said again and again. "They'll want to get in on it."

Vern always nodded instantly. He had no intention of sharing his moment of greatness, his triumph, with anyone but his best friend.

"The raft will hold two people—max," Michael always went on. Michael couldn't work without talking. "Three people and it's ..." He broke off at this point to hold his nose and pretend to sink under water. Then he added the real reason for silence, "Besides, if my mom found out ..."

Vern had passed the week in a blaze of excitement. In school, he drew rafts in the margins of his papers, spending far more time on the nautical details than on his work. In the late afternoons, when Michael's mother called Michael into the house, Vern kept trudging tirelessly through the dripping forest, searching for raft material. At night, in his bed, unable to sleep from excitement, he closed his eyes and made the trip downstream in his mind.

The plan was simple. On the first Saturday after the rain, they would spend the morning assembling the raft. After lunch at approximately noon—"twelve bells," Michael called it—they would set out. The voyage would take them from Michael's house to Vern's, a nautical distance, they figured, of one mile.

Michael was not going to tell his family about the trip at all. Vern was going to tell Pap and Junior only that if they watched the creek carefully that afternoon, they would get the surprise of their lives.

As he and Michael sailed triumphantly down the creek on their raft, they would wave and shout at any neighbors who happened to be outside. Since the whole county was watching the creek, there was a good chance they would be seen and appreciated by a lot of people.

It was one of those events, Vern thought, that would go down in county history. It would be talked about for years. "It was the year of the flood," storytellers would say in decades to come, "and the oldest Blossom boy—Vern—made a fine raft."

Every time Vern thought of the moment when he and Michael swept around the bend and into the startled gaze of Pap and Junior, two things happened. Goose bumps rose on his skinny arms, and a smile came over his face. At last he understood why Junior had smiled so much when he worked on his wings and his coyote trap and his Green Phantom.

"You made that raft?" Junior would say, incredulous.

"Of course."

"You made it?"

"Yes!"

And then, the inevitable, the completely satisfying final question. "Can I have a ride? Pleeeeeease!"

"We have to get finished today while the creek's still up real high," Michael said.

Vern nodded.

"If we have to wait till next Saturday, the creek might be back to normal. We'd get stuck on rocks and sand. It would be humiliating."

"I know." Vern and Michael had had the same conversations over and over, but neither had tired of them.

"And tomorrow I can't do it because I'll have on my Sunday clothes."

"Me too," Vern said. He could not remember ever owning clothes that exactly filled the description of Sunday clothes, but he would have agreed to anything to get the raft afloat.

The boys were at the edge of the creek now. They had spent the morning lashing logs together with rope. That was the underdeck, and it was finished.

Vern stepped back to admire their work. His foot slipped on the slick mud. He caught hold of a tree to steady himself. Then he glanced over his shoulder at the creek to see if there was any sign the water level was going down.

Michael read his thoughts. "My dad says the creek won't go down for a week." Michael was wiping his hands off on his overalls. He was getting ready to use his father's hammer.

"That's what Pap says too," Vern said.

"But we can't count on that. I mean, we can't say, 'Well, if we don't finish today, we can do it next Saturday or the Saturday after that.'"

"No," Vern agreed.

He let go of the tree. He bent to give one of the knots a closer inspection. The ends of the knot were cut too short. It might untie under the pressure of the voyage.

"You got any more rope in your bag?" he asked Michael. "I don't trust some of these knots."

Michael checked his paper bag. "No, you?"

"No." Vern didn't have to check his. He knew that all he had left was a handful of bent nails. "But," he added, "I know where some vines are."

"Would vines work?"

"They better."

Michael grinned. "Let's go," he said. He put down the hammer and pulled his hunting knife from its leather sheath.

Vern pulled out his knife too. Vern's was one of his mother's kitchen knives, but Vern had made a case like Michael's out of cardboard. He had laced the edges together with brown twine. In his own eyes, the knives and cases were identical.

Brandishing their knives, whooping for joy, the boys ran for the woods.

CHAPTER 3

The Grand Entry


Maggie Blossom was hundreds of miles away. She was on her mother's horse Sandy Boy, and she was lined up for the grand entry of the 61st Annual Tucson Rodeo.

Ahead of her was a long shifting line of horses and people—the color guard with their flags snapping in the wind, the rodeo princesses, the officials, the other Wrangler Riders. At the end of the line were two clowns; one was riding a zebra, the other a mule.

Maggie could hear the whinnying of horses from the open stalls, the bawling of calves. The warm, dusty air smelled of beer, popcorn, and hot dogs.

Over the loudspeaker, the announcer was doing the pre-show, the junior rodeo. A groan came from the crowd as one of the kids missed in the calf roping.

"That's too bad, folks," the announcer said. "He threw the loop where the money would have been. Tough luck, Randy. Let's pay him off, folks." The crowd clapped as Randy ran for the gate.

Maggie shifted in the saddle. Her mom glanced around at her and grinned. She tugged the brim of her hat. Maggie did the same.

Vicki Blossom was on a yellow horse named Traveler. She had borrowed Traveler so Maggie could have Sandy Boy. "You're used to Sandy Boy," Vicki had told her. "I can ride anything."

Ahead of Vicki Blossom were the other four Wrangler Riders. They wore matching white satin shirts, white hats, white boots, and skin-tight Wrangler jeans. They were the five best trick riders in the United States.

The announcer was winding up the junior rodeo events. "How about a hand of applause for the cowboys and cowgirls of the Arizona Junior Rodeo Association? Thank you. We sure do enjoy showing off our youngsters here in Arizona.

"And now, folks, at the southern gate is Joe Nevada, Rodeo Announcer of the Year, who'll be announcing all the exciting action of the Tucson Rodeo on horseback. Let's put our hands together and give him an Arizona welcome!"

Maggie took in a deep breath. This was it, the day she had been waiting for. Today she would be riding with the Wrangler Riders in front of thousands of people. Beneath her white satin shirt, her heart was beating twice as fast as usual. She licked her dry lips. She settled her white hat more securely on her head.

Over the loudspeaker, Joe Nevada was asking the crowd to draw in a big breath of clear, warm Tucson air and let it out in a whoop and a holler. There was a lusty yell from the crowd, and Mrs. Blossom glanced around at Maggie. She tugged her hat again; that was a kind of signal. She said, "Here we go, shug."

The band struck up "Hey, Look Me Over." The gate opened. The grand entry began.

Sandy Boy had been in so many rodeo parades, so many grand entries, he could probably have done it blindfolded. But, for Maggie, it had been a long, long time, of waiting and practicing. This grand entry was something special.

When Maggie was little, she used to ride in front of her mom in all the grand entries. "Smile, shug," her mother was always saying. "Don't be so serious."

People used to point them out as Vicki and Maggie rode around the rodeo grounds together. "That's Cotton's wife and kid," they said. "Do you mind if we take your picture?"

"We'd be proud," Vicki always answered.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from A Blossom Promise by Betsy Byars. Copyright © 1987 Betsy Byars. Excerpted by permission of Holiday House.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

Contents

1. The Paper Bag,
2. The Raft,
3. The Grand Entry,
4. The Thing Under the Porch,
5. Up the Creek Without a Paddle,
6. The Floating Shoes,
7. The Wrangler Riders,
8. The Queen,
9. Junior's Journey,
10. The Trouble with the Voyage,
11. The Electric Moment,
12. The Man on the Brindle Bull,
13. Letting Go,
14. Junior's Dump,
15. The Rope Trick of the Year,
16. The Fourth Postcard,
17. By Snake Creek's Rushing Waters,
18. The Snake Creek Crash,
19. Mad Mary and Junior,
20. The Long, Long Night,
21. Going Home,
22. In the Shadows with Mud,
23. The Misery Hole,
24. Dear Maggie,
25. Smuggling Mud,
26. Led by a Clown,
27. Five-Card Stud,
28. A Blossom Farewell,
Chatting It Up: A Holiday House Reader's Guide,
A Biography of Betsy Byars,
Preview: Wanted ... Mud Blossom,

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