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| My husband, Pete moved from The Netherlands to the United States when he was a little boy...and this is his story. I made the story cozy, because that's how Pete felt about his Mama in the morning chair. My favorite part about Pete's real life story was the olives. When his family took the huge ship across the ocean to America, they ate their lunches and dinners in the ship's dining room. Always, at the table, was a little dish of olives. Pete's parents thought surely olives must be a real American food, and that to become real Americans, they'd have to eat olives. But Pete was only five, and he thought olives were disgusting. |  |
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Here, then is the story: When Bram and his parents sail to America, they leave a lot behind. In Holland, Bram enjoyed eating raw herring with Papa by the seaside, greeting his neighbors on the street, and snuggling up with Mama in the morning chair. In America, everything is different! There are green olives at meals, the furniture is packed in crates, people speak a new language, and nobody knows Bram. In time, Bram begins to enjoy his new home, especially hot dogs in the park, policemen on horses . . . and quiet times with Mama in the morning chair. |
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This picture book is illustrated by Marcia Sewall. She used our old family photographs for some of the paintings in the book. |
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