Within the sanctuary of a loving family, baby Eli is born and, as he grows, learns to cherish the people and places around him, eventualy passing on what he has discovered to his new baby sister, Sylvie: All the places to love are here . . . no matter where you may live. This loving book will be something to treasure.BL. The quiet narrative is so intensely felt it commands attention. . . . a lyrical celebration.K.
1995 Teachers Choices (IRA)
1995 Notable Trade Books in the Language Arts (NCTE)
Notable 1995 Childrens Trade Books in Social Studies (NCSS/CBC)
Author Biography: Patricia MacLachlan was born on the prairie, and to this day carries a small bag of prairie dirt with her wherever she goes to remind her of what she knew first. She is the author of many well-loved novels and picture books, including Sarah, Plain and Tall, winner of the Newbery Medal; its sequel, Skylark; Three Names, illustrated by Alex Pertzoff; and All The Places To Love, illustrated by Mike Wimmer. She lives in western Massachusetts.
In Her Own Words...
One thing Ive learned with age and parenting is that life comes in circles. Recently, I was having a bad time writing. I felt disconnected. I had moved to a new home and didnt feel grounded. The house, the land was unfamiliar to me. There was no garden yet. Why had I sold my old comfortable 1793 home? The one with the snakes in the basement, mice everywhere, no closets. I would miss the cold winter air that came in through the electrical sockets.
I had to go this day to talk to a fourth-grade class, and I banged around the house, complaining. Hard to believe, since I am so mild mannered andpleasant, isnt it? What did I have to say to them? I thought what I always think when I enter a room of children. What do I know?
I plunged down the hillside and into town, where a group of fourth-grade children waited for me in the library, freshly scrubbed, expectant. Should I be surprised that what usually happens did so? We began to talk about place, our living landscapes. And I showed them my little bag of prairie dirt from where I was born. Quite simply, we never got off the subject of place. Should I have been so surprised that these young children were so concerned with place, or with the lack of it, their displacement? Five children were foster children, disconnected from their homes. One little boys house had burned down, everything gone. Photographs, too, he said sadly. Another told me that he was moving the next day to place hed never been. I turned and saw the librarian, tears coming down her face.
You know, I said. Maybe I should take this bag of prairie dirt and toss it into my new yard. Ill never live on the prairie again. I live here now. The two places could mix together that way! No! cried a boy from the back. Maybe the prairie dirt will blow away! And then a little girl raised her hand. I think you should put that prairie dirt in a glass bowl in your window so that when you write you can see it all the time. So you can always see what you knew first.
When I left the library, I went home to write. What You Know First owes much to the children of the Jackson Street School: the ones who love place and will never leave it, the ones who lost everything and have to begin again. I hope for them life comes in circles, too.
A young boy describes the favorite places that he shares with his family on his grandparents farm and in the nearby countryside.