For the Elders . . .,

For the Elders . . .,

At the beginning of this year in an effort to highlight as many wonderful books as possible in posts before the
ALA Youth Media Awards
, I included seven titles under the word
Elder
in the second of three posts for fiction picture books
.
These books focus on relationships between the generations, mainly between grandparents and their grandchildren. They revolve around a generational tradition, the passing of seasons and those with whom we share them, customs and food in different countries, how finding the perfect gift reveals more about the giver than the recipient, activities shared with all kinds of grandparents, the wisdom of grandparents and how it seems magical, and returning joy to a grandparent who needs to remember.
In March and April of this year, two more outstanding books showcasing grandmothers and their grandchildren speak to our collective minds and hearts.  Despite the recent return of winter in the upper Midwest, daffodils, tulips, delphiniums, and peonies are poking through the soil, eager to add color to our landscape.  Parsley, dill, thyme, sage, and chives are thriving in the vegetable and herb gardens.  Author Jordan Scott and artist Sydney Smith have collaborated again to bring us
My Baba’s Garden
(
Neal Porter Books, Holiday House
, March 7, 2023).  Memories of Jordan Scott’s grandmother grace the pages of this book, lovingly lifted in tribute by the luminescent images by Sydney Smith.
My Baba lives in a chicken coop beside a highway.
Her home is near a sulfur mill, a pile of yellow as a testament.  Every morning his father drives the child to Baba’s home.  She does not greet him, but each morning there she is in her kitchen.  She cooks, moving with her own rhythm within the small space.
Every place around the kitchen table is filled with preserved food from her garden.  When Baba brings him breakfast, it is the same each morning.  She does not eat, but if the child should happen to drop any food, she picks it up, kisses it and puts it back in his bowl.  They speak through gestures, a few words, and a shared affection.
If it’s raining when Baba walks with her grandson to school, she moves slowly watching for worms.  She picks them all up and places them in a jar with dirt.  They will find a new home in her garden.  After school, her grandson watches her place them in the dirt of her garden, explaining their purpose to him.
This goes on for years until Baba leaves her chicken coop to live with her grandson and his parents.  A building replaces the chicken coop, but the garden remains, now overgrown without Baba’s care.  Before school, her grandson feeds Baba the same thing each morning.  He has planted some seeds in a pot on her windowsill.  One day when it’s raining, she clasps his hand and draws a familiar line on his palm.  Remembering other rainy days, he runs outside.
Lovely similes are woven into vivid descriptive text by
Jordan Scott
taking readers into his warm remembrances.  Each…