Today’s storybook, “Sarah Morton’s Day” by Kate Waters, described a day in the life of the Pilgrim girl of the title, living in Plimoth Plantation, Massachusetts in 1627. The story, told in the first person by Sarah herself, is illustrated with photographs in a style reminiscent of the “Little Animal” books from our Favorites list. The photo illustrations really seemed to capture the attention of our youngest – holding her rapt throughout the book. Given her rambunctiousness the rest of this evening, that undivided attention to the book was particularly notable. We may have to look for some more books illustrated with photos like these.
Mixed in among all the information about life as a Pilgrim in Plimoth was a recipe for “17th Century Indian Corn Bread”. It was simple enough, and we tried it out, but what we got was glorified polenta. Our eldest claimed it was tasty with some salt, but it can’t hold a candle to Bee Bim Bop.
This evening in extended read aloud, Mr. Lockwood has finally made it back to Thrushcross Grange, where he cajoles the housekeeper, Mrs. Dean, into telling him more about the childhood of his mysterious landlord. Mrs. Dean, who grew up with Heathcliff and with the Earnshaw family who adopted him, is full of stories. Heathcliff was a “gypsy boy” plucked off the streets of Liverpool by his adoptive father (the elder Mr. Earnshaw). He is inseparable from his adopted sister Catherine – who is his partner in crime. Meanwhile, he is is hated by his adopted brother Hindley; Mr. Earnshaw showers love on Heathcliff often at the expense of his own son. It’s a recipe for disaster if I ever saw one. By the time we finished the evening we could see the storm clouds gathering: upon his father’s death, Hindley takes over the estate, Heathcliff is relegated to the status of servant, and Catherine begins to form a bond with their neighbors, the Lintons. The Lintons’ status makes them more “appropriate” companions for Catherine than Heathcliff…at least as far as Hindley and the Lintons are concerned and Heathcliff is increasingly alienated and resentful.