Treasures in the Dust
- HarperCollins Publishers
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- 5.12(w) x 7.62(h) x 0.32(d)
- Age Range:
- 8 - 12 Years
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Mama says the first storm came the day I learned to walk. I've heard the story so many times I know it by heart. I was fixed on her apron, fussing to be picked up while she kneaded dough. Something outside took my interest, and as if I had known how all along, I let go. Before I could fall down the stairs, Mama scooped me up in her arms. She danced me across the porch when a strange sight stopped her.
Our yard was full of a mismatched flock of birds. Mourning doves and sparrows, blackbirds and starlings circled themselves and squawked. Some were nervous and agitated. Others were so weak they dragged their wings on the dry, hard earth that was once our vegetable garden. Off in the distance, a black cloud rolled over the land. Big as a mountain, it looked like it could cover all of Cimarron County. Lightning scattered the birds across the sky. Holding me tightly against her chest, Mama ran to the field calling for Pa.
For the rest of the day and through the night, my family huddled together under the kitchen table. Pa turned it into a tent by hanging blankets over it and weighting them down with jars of Mama's canned fruit. Mama held me under her apron to keep the dust out of my lungs. My big brother, Liam, says the wind was so strong the dust sounded like sand rattling against the windows.
That was the first storm my family faced. By the time I was talking, we had struggled through dozens. Dust is as much a part of my life as sunlight and air. Sometimes it is invisible, mostly it is silent, but it is always with us. It drifts through our house like a ghost, partially filling a teacup left out on the counter, smudging the tops ofpicture frames and the blue willow platter hanging on the wall. It scrapes the key when Pa winds the clock. It seeps through cracks in the windows and fills the grooves in the floorboards. We hear it grinding into the wood when we walk. It covers my pillow when I sleep. In the morning the only white space is where I've laid my head. Days after a storm, the ceiling sags with the weight of the dust collecting in the attic. Pa shovels it out through the ventilation window, and it becomes a waterfall of dust.
Mama says the look of the land makes her heartsick. Maybe because it's all I've ever known of home, I think it is pretty here. Dunes shift and change every day. They curve around the barn like arms and change a fence clogged with tumbleweeds into a dinosaur spine.
Sometimes the winds expose Indian campgrounds that time buried long ago. After a storm I go out searching for arrowheads. I keep a shoe box of treasures hidden under my bed. There are spearheads carved from flint, and tiny arrowheads no longer than my thumbnail carved from obsidian. I look at them at night before I turn down the lamp, imagining what life was like when the Plains Indians lived here, and there was nothing but prairie grass and buffalo as far as the eye could see.
When Mama looks sad, I climb into her lap and hold her. She worries that a spell of hard times is surrounding my childhood. She wants me to know what it's like to play hide-and-seek in a cornfield. She wants to see me skipping through a spring shower, mouth open, drinking drops of rain. Sometimes she worries we'll have to move west and work the fields like so many other families in our county, but Pa says this won't happen to us.
The old rocking chair creaks on the porch. Cicadas rustle their wings. I want to tell her what the storms have taught me. I want to tell her how I want to be an archaeologist and travel the world digging for the past. But she seems too sad for me to talk of when I will leave the family. My name is Annie May Weightman. I am eleven, watching the sunset from my mother's lap.
Meet the Author
Tracey Porter is the author of Treasures in the Dust and A Dance of Sisters. For the past twenty years she has been a middle school teacher at Crossroads School in Santa Monica, California, where, among other things, she has explored the issues of child labor, children's rights, and the juvenile justice system with
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Best friends and neighbors, Annie May Weightman and Violet Cobble, live in Oklahoma where their families are trying to stay afloat during the Great Depression. Annie enjoys spending her time searching through all the dust in order to find some small traces of her past; while Violet constantly plays make believe so she can escape from the dusty land. Annie¿s family, who manages to hang onto many of their cows and chickens, is one of the few families who were considered to be lucky during the great depression. Violet¿s family, on the other hand is desperate. When Violet¿s ninety year old aunt dies her family finally decides to pursue a new life in California. The girls are forced to separate when Violet¿s family moves, but they are able to keep in touch through letters. It doesn¿t take long for the girls to realize how important friends are during times of hardship. They have to learn to lean on each other for the support they need to help keep their families afloat. Author, Tracey Porter, joins together these two voices to tell a story of American hopes and dreams, during a time when thousands fled their homes in search of work, food, and shelter. Annie and Violet's story portrays the friendship and the courage it takes to get through times of hardship. Porter¿s novel provides young readers with two role models they can relate to and believe in.
Treasures in the Dust is about two young girls telling their life stories during the Great Depression era. These two eleven year old girls, Annie and Violet, who are working really hard just to keep the family going. In this story many of their neighbors have left in search for a better life. That then happens to Violet and her family they are going to have to leave their home to get money to pay the bank. Tracy Porter really captures one¿s eye when she is describing the girl¿s features she makes Annie as wanting to be an archaeologist and her best friend wanting to become a dancer in Hollywood. Violet has a really creative imagination, as for Annie loves to study the past by searching in the dusty ground for different arrows that belonged to Indians. Annie¿s and Violet¿s way of explaining their stories really makes the book exciting. Porter¿s way of writing the book is such an amazing way of thinking. Their stories are told by each girl on every chapter. It is made like a diary of them. I found it a really great story. Treasures in the Dust makes it possible to feel like a real story that will capture your heart if you really get into it. To be honest, this is the second best book that I have read I was very pleased with it. Read to believe! Treasures in the Dust by Tracey Porter
Treasures in the Dust is a book about two best freinds Annie and Violet who live through the hard times of the Depression and the Dust Bowl. My favorite part is when Violet helps with the birth of a baby calf that does not go so well.
Violet Cobble and Annie May Weightman are best friends living in Oklahoma during the Great Depression. Annie's family has enough money to stay in Oklahoma, but Violet's is on the verge of leaving their home to go to California. While Violet and her family are serching for jobs, Annie writes to them and Violet writes back. I like this book because you never know what is going to happen.
I am only on page 31 and i think this is the best book I have ever read.
I am a 13 year old High school student and this book helped me with hard times I was having with my friend this book realy let me know the meaning of the saying'you dont know what you have until its gone'
If you need a good book that teaches about history, hardships, and friendships, here's your book. This book proves that no matter how bad things get, you will always have a friend.