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By Salma Rehman
Eddie and Jena were enjoying a regular summer day, playing hide-and-seek with their friends, Shayla and Sharky. They found Gus, the sperm whale, who was trapped in a net. Eddie and his friends had to find help for him soon or Gus will die. Their only hope was Bob the shark, but everyone was scared to ask him. Sharky was Bob’s son and he was able to convince his dad to help Gus. Everyone was surprised to see Bob willing to help Gus. He saved the day and Sharky was proud of his dad.
FORMAT: Softcover
By Salma Rehman
Eddie and Jena were enjoying a regular summer day, playing hide-and-seek with their friends, Shayla and Sharky. They found Gus, the sperm whale, who was trapped in a net. Eddie and his friends had to find help for him soon or Gus will die. Their only hope was Bob the shark, but everyone was scared to ask him. Sharky was Bob’s son and he was able to convince his dad to help Gus. Everyone was surprised to see Bob willing to help Gus. He saved the day and Sharky was proud of his dad.
FORMAT: E-Book
By Linda Hannum
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By Linda Hannum
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By Henry F. Merritt
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By Henry F. Merritt
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By Mazzi Wampamba
The Kingdom of the South is a story that takes any child on an African Safari filled with fun and excitement. A journey full of experiences and numerous lessons. The child touches the beauty and wonders of the African continent as it is seen in East Africa. This is the conclusion of the Train Journey.
FORMAT: Softcover
By Roy S. Houston
This field guide can be used both by students and the general public. Many of the illustrations reflect what a person would see in the real world (e.g. a jackrabbit in the distance instead of close up or silhouettes of birds in flight). The manuscript is divided into the following areas: a. an introduction the Northern Gulf of California with a brief discussion of the local environments, their geology and climate, b) a systematic overview and survey of the diversity of animal and plant groups that are discussed in the book, and c) the guide to the common animal and plant species with the focus on habitats.
FORMAT: Softcover
By Sue Maney MacVeety
The time I was married for 30 years I was teaching full day in a public school pre-k, teaching a three hour course at a local community college, monitoring two grants for young families, and had just had my first children’s book published, Helper Cow. On the home front my husband, Bob, and I had acres of gardens, horses, cats, dogs, and chickens to care for. We decided we needed a totally relaxing get away.
We booked a flight to a nature preserve, La Sagesse in Grenada. We got there and the peace of the place filled our very being. Our room was a stone’s throw from the beach. You could smell the sea air and hear the waves crashing in front of our room. The restaurant was open air, on the beach, and twenty steps from our room. It served organically grown veggies from a local farmer. The fishermen would row up to the shore. Denise and Cecelia, two women who worked there, would look over the fresh caught, lobsters, tuna, and assorted fish and decide what the lunch and dinner menu would be. It was paradise. One day Mike, the owner of the preserve, told us that Mr. Boney had a van and was taking a young just married couple on an island tour and snorkeling. He had room for two more. We jumped at the chance. Boney was tall and fit. He had lived on the island his entire life. He brought us to his beautiful house to show us cinnamon trees, dasheen, calaloo, his dog, and chickens. He was a wealth of information about the flora and fauna of the island. He was very generous sharing his knowledge.
Then we set out to find the coral reef to snorkel. Boney had a red van that seated six people. It had no seatbelts. It was stifling hot. The drivers in Grenada drive on the left side of the road. They drive fast and pass each other tooting their horns like race car drivers. The roads are windy with steep mountains. There are drop offs with no guard rails.
I was clutching the seat until my knuckles turned white. The young woman in back felt car sick. Suddenly, Boney stopped the car near a cluster of houses on the edge of a cliff. To our left was the turquoise sea, the Caribbean. It was sparkling. Boney told us to carefully get out of the van. One side was the steep drop. The other side had crazy drivers whizzing by. Boney blocked the tire with a wedge so it would not roll down the hill. He locked it up and told a kid he would pay him if he watched it until he got back.
We gathered our snorkels, flippers, masks, sunscreen, hats etc. We looked like such tourists and we were. Boney told us to follow him single file. The pavement was burning hot and the tropical sun penetrating. We walked to a dusty, tiny, dirt road that wound down to the beach. We got to a point in between the main road and the beach. It was so hot and closed over with vegetation we could hardly breathe. Boney hacked at the plants with his big machete to clear a path. Land crabs scuttled by our feet into holes.
Finally we could hear the surf. We came to a small opening and could feel the breeze. There it was. A crescent shaped beach strewn with coral so thick it crunched under your feet. There was no room for sand. There were waving palm trees and small cliffs on both sides. There were some youth on the beach and fishermen with bright blue and red motor boats in the water.
Boney walked up to the youth and spoke Patois. He told us this was it. He told us the fishermen had the right of way and they were not thrilled that we were there. He said do not leave anything on the beach. He said he had to go because he was worried about his van. He would be back in two hours. It was sketchy.
The four of us scrambled around the edges of the water and cliffs and could not see an easy way into the crashing surf and through the sharp coral.
We finally dove off at a low point of the cliff. A fisherman came buzzing by barely missing us. We moved close to shore and swam out of the crescent beach area towards open water and coral ledges. We decided to snorkel two at a time while two people watched for boats. We donned our masks and snorkels. We plunged towards the reef away from the fishermen who were catching their suppers. Respect.
What I saw I will never forget my entire life. There was a meadow of sea fans gently undulating with the motion of the waves. They were dark brown, purple, and yellow. There were thin wisps of green sea grass between them. The blue grey backdrop of the sea set off the creamy color of the sand.
Further on in the coral were colorful schools of fish darting by. There were bright orange brittle star fish among black spiny sea urchins (Denise calls them sea eggs). I could not take my eyes off this beautiful colorful sight. Meanwhile, the waves were gently rocking my body while the hot sun warmed my back. It was heaven. We saw parot fish, snappers, and silver fish to name a few. There were crabs in the rocks scurrying into holes everytime I surfaced. I couldn’t be sure if this was real. We snorkeled for what seemed like minutes. Then Bob saw Boney waving on the beach. We reluctantly swam along the edge towards the shore. We passed a sea serpent. It looked like a green moray eel. It’s mouth was open and you could see it’s pointy teeth. As we neared shore we saw sea horses clinging to the coral with their little tails twined around it.
I did not want to leave the water. We walked over the coral litter back to Boney. We had stars in our eyes in awe of the beauty of this spot. So unlike other places I had ever experienced.
Boney was sitting on shore with some youth. He had managed to get his van down the steep trail. They were listening to music and discussing being nice to tourists. Boney was very insightful and imparted words of wisdom to all of us about respecting each other. The youth asked us what we saw. None of them had ever snorkeled and the majority of them had never learned to swim. The underwater world was a secret to them. We climbed in the van and laboriously in low gear made it back to LaSagesse. Boney was awesome.
We were greeted by Denise and Cecelia. We all took a swim and relayed our visions of the day. Denise and Cecelia laughed and said they did not know about all of the secrets of the sea. I went back to my room to sit on the bed and listen to the waves. I wanted to write about the day and I started to jot down glimpses of what I saw...
There was another writer staying in a room with her family at the time. We shared notes, writings, and ideas. Helper Cow had just been released and I had copies to share with my island friends. I received praise for Helper Cow and encouragement to turn my sea experience into another children’s book by the other writer.
When I returned home to the Berkshires the experience that day had touched my soul. I could bring myself back to a place of such perfect peace by visualizing what I had seen. I started to sketch and tweak the verse.
Meanwhile I was finishing up a very basic conversational Spanish Course with Valerie Zantay. A friend of mine, Dina, was visiting from Costa Rica. Sina suggested translating Helper Cow into Spanish. I showed her Singing Sea and she said “You must translate both into Spanish!” The children need to see, appreciate, and respect this gift of the sea that is an unknown to them. Valerie agreed to translate the text. I continued to work on my childlike primitive sketches. We made a mock up.
I started to read the mock up in my friend Carol’s third grade class and to my friend Anne’s Kindergarten class. Of course I read it to my pre-k kids too. Other teachers offered me time to try it out on my best critics, the children. The response from teachers and children was positive. The children liked the colorful pictures and rhyming words. Many children wer
FORMAT: Softcover
By Sue Maney MacVeety
The time I was married for 30 years I was teaching full day in a public school pre-k, teaching a three hour course at a local community college, monitoring two grants for young families, and had just had my first children’s book published, Helper Cow. On the home front my husband, Bob, and I had acres of gardens, horses, cats, dogs, and chickens to care for. We decided we needed a totally relaxing get away.
We booked a flight to a nature preserve, La Sagesse in Grenada. We got there and the peace of the place filled our very being. Our room was a stone’s throw from the beach. You could smell the sea air and hear the waves crashing in front of our room. The restaurant was open air, on the beach, and twenty steps from our room. It served organically grown veggies from a local farmer. The fishermen would row up to the shore. Denise and Cecelia, two women who worked there, would look over the fresh caught, lobsters, tuna, and assorted fish and decide what the lunch and dinner menu would be. It was paradise. One day Mike, the owner of the preserve, told us that Mr. Boney had a van and was taking a young just married couple on an island tour and snorkeling. He had room for two more. We jumped at the chance. Boney was tall and fit. He had lived on the island his entire life. He brought us to his beautiful house to show us cinnamon trees, dasheen, calaloo, his dog, and chickens. He was a wealth of information about the flora and fauna of the island. He was very generous sharing his knowledge.
Then we set out to find the coral reef to snorkel. Boney had a red van that seated six people. It had no seatbelts. It was stifling hot. The drivers in Grenada drive on the left side of the road. They drive fast and pass each other tooting their horns like race car drivers. The roads are windy with steep mountains. There are drop offs with no guard rails.
I was clutching the seat until my knuckles turned white. The young woman in back felt car sick. Suddenly, Boney stopped the car near a cluster of houses on the edge of a cliff. To our left was the turquoise sea, the Caribbean. It was sparkling. Boney told us to carefully get out of the van. One side was the steep drop. The other side had crazy drivers whizzing by. Boney blocked the tire with a wedge so it would not roll down the hill. He locked it up and told a kid he would pay him if he watched it until he got back.
We gathered our snorkels, flippers, masks, sunscreen, hats etc. We looked like such tourists and we were. Boney told us to follow him single file. The pavement was burning hot and the tropical sun penetrating. We walked to a dusty, tiny, dirt road that wound down to the beach. We got to a point in between the main road and the beach. It was so hot and closed over with vegetation we could hardly breathe. Boney hacked at the plants with his big machete to clear a path. Land crabs scuttled by our feet into holes.
Finally we could hear the surf. We came to a small opening and could feel the breeze. There it was. A crescent shaped beach strewn with coral so thick it crunched under your feet. There was no room for sand. There were waving palm trees and small cliffs on both sides. There were some youth on the beach and fishermen with bright blue and red motor boats in the water.
Boney walked up to the youth and spoke Patois. He told us this was it. He told us the fishermen had the right of way and they were not thrilled that we were there. He said do not leave anything on the beach. He said he had to go because he was worried about his van. He would be back in two hours. It was sketchy.
The four of us scrambled around the edges of the water and cliffs and could not see an easy way into the crashing surf and through the sharp coral.
We finally dove off at a low point of the cliff. A fisherman came buzzing by barely missing us. We moved close to shore and swam out of the crescent beach area towards open water and coral ledges. We decided to snorkel two at a time while two people watched for boats. We donned our masks and snorkels. We plunged towards the reef away from the fishermen who were catching their suppers. Respect.
What I saw I will never forget my entire life. There was a meadow of sea fans gently undulating with the motion of the waves. They were dark brown, purple, and yellow. There were thin wisps of green sea grass between them. The blue grey backdrop of the sea set off the creamy color of the sand.
Further on in the coral were colorful schools of fish darting by. There were bright orange brittle star fish among black spiny sea urchins (Denise calls them sea eggs). I could not take my eyes off this beautiful colorful sight. Meanwhile, the waves were gently rocking my body while the hot sun warmed my back. It was heaven. We saw parot fish, snappers, and silver fish to name a few. There were crabs in the rocks scurrying into holes everytime I surfaced. I couldn’t be sure if this was real. We snorkeled for what seemed like minutes. Then Bob saw Boney waving on the beach. We reluctantly swam along the edge towards the shore. We passed a sea serpent. It looked like a green moray eel. It’s mouth was open and you could see it’s pointy teeth. As we neared shore we saw sea horses clinging to the coral with their little tails twined around it.
I did not want to leave the water. We walked over the coral litter back to Boney. We had stars in our eyes in awe of the beauty of this spot. So unlike other places I had ever experienced.
Boney was sitting on shore with some youth. He had managed to get his van down the steep trail. They were listening to music and discussing being nice to tourists. Boney was very insightful and imparted words of wisdom to all of us about respecting each other. The youth asked us what we saw. None of them had ever snorkeled and the majority of them had never learned to swim. The underwater world was a secret to them. We climbed in the van and laboriously in low gear made it back to LaSagesse. Boney was awesome.
We were greeted by Denise and Cecelia. We all took a swim and relayed our visions of the day. Denise and Cecelia laughed and said they did not know about all of the secrets of the sea. I went back to my room to sit on the bed and listen to the waves. I wanted to write about the day and I started to jot down glimpses of what I saw...
There was another writer staying in a room with her family at the time. We shared notes, writings, and ideas. Helper Cow had just been released and I had copies to share with my island friends. I received praise for Helper Cow and encouragement to turn my sea experience into another children’s book by the other writer.
When I returned home to the Berkshires the experience that day had touched my soul. I could bring myself back to a place of such perfect peace by visualizing what I had seen. I started to sketch and tweak the verse.
Meanwhile I was finishing up a very basic conversational Spanish Course with Valerie Zantay. A friend of mine, Dina, was visiting from Costa Rica. Sina suggested translating Helper Cow into Spanish. I showed her Singing Sea and she said “You must translate both into Spanish!” The children need to see, appreciate, and respect this gift of the sea that is an unknown to them. Valerie agreed to translate the text. I continued to work on my childlike primitive sketches. We made a mock up.
I started to read the mock up in my friend Carol’s third grade class and to my friend Anne’s Kindergarten class. Of course I read it to my pre-k kids too. Other teachers offered me time to try it out on my best critics, the children. The response from teachers and children was positive. The children liked the colorful pictures and rhyming words. Many children wer
FORMAT: Hardcover
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