One Came Home

One Came Home

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Knopf Books for Young Readers 2013

"Don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you've got

'Til it's gone?"

-- Joni Mitchell, "Big Yellow Taxi"


"Before white settlement, more than one-quarter of the birds in what is now the United States were Passenger Pigeons.  They were so abundant that in 1810 Alexander Wilson saw a flock pass overhead that was a mile wide and 240 miles long, containing over two billion birds.  That flock could have stretched nearly twenty-three times around the equator.  Passenger Pigeons were pretty and brown, with small grayish heads, barrel chests, and long, tapered wings that sent them through the sky at speeds of up to 60 miles per hour.

"But they had two problems: they were good to eat and they destroyed crops by eating seeds.  Farmers not only shot them, but also cast huge nets over fields to trap them by the thousands.  It only took a few decades to wipe out what may have been the most plentiful bird ever to live on the earth.  A fourteen-year-old boy named Press Clay Southworth shot the last wild Passenger Pigeon in 1900.  The species became extinct in 1914, when Martha, the last captive pigeon, died quietly in the Cincinnati Zoo."



"Billy walked over to Storm and mounted her.  From the corner of my eye, I observed him, taking in all the details: reins in the hand that grabbed the saddle horn, one foot in the stirrup, and then hoist.

"Doesn't that sound easy?  It looked easy too.  Except for the fact that I could not hold the saddle horn and  skewer the stirrup with a foot at the same time.  First, the foot.  I swung my left leg at the stirrup -- repeatedly.  But the mule kept stepping, skipping, and, once, jumping as my foot neared its target.  Finally, by holding the reins, I managed to keep that animal still enough to bull's-eye the stirrup.

"Next?  To get atop.  Since a mile's distance lay between my hand and the saddle horn, I scaled that mule like he was the tree outside my bedroom window, handhold to handhold.  I put one hand on a leather strap and grabbed a brass ring with the other.  I heaved myself forward, aiming for the middle but ending with the saddle's stiff, upturned edge lodged in my gut.  That brought water to my eyes, but I was on top.  After some wiggling -- and a few well-aimed kicks at stirrup holes -- I found myself properly situated.

"The mule did not appreciate my methodology.  He skittered sideways, twisting his body around to see me, and finally brayed again."


Thirteen year-old Georgie Burkhardt is such a terrifically drawn character. 


If one begins talking about ONE CAME HOME as being a book set in 1871 about Agatha's disappearance, the unidentifiable body that is brought back to Placid Wisconsin clothed in Agatha's dress, and plain-talking, dead-eye shooting, younger sister Georgie's refusal to believe that Agatha is really dead, such a synopsis does this amazing historical fiction-slash-mystery tale a bit of injustice.  Sure, on one level, these are, in fact, the facts of the matter.  But the story of Georgie taking off to track down her big sister is so filled with humor, poignancy, and with pitch-perfect turns of phrase that this is not merely some story of loss.  Even if it such a story when it comes to the birds: 


"I took part in it too.  I could not resist shooting the Springfield out our bedroom window.  The sky was so thick with birds that a single bullet brought five or six tumbling from the sky.  I retrieved them from our garden like late-autumn squash." 


Being that Passenger Pigeons disappeared in my great-grandparents' time, my trying to grapple with the enormity of what we find here in ONE CAME HOME requires me to think of my own experiences with what it was like, for example, having fireflies everywhere on Long Island in the late fifties, or my recollections of the immense schools of menhaden that I'd see when boating out on Long Island Sound as a kid in the sixties.  Sadly, these have become memories that younger generations will never experience, and markers of a degradated planet:


"The muddy brown color of the Long Island Sound and the growing dead zones in the Chesapeake Bay are the direct result of inadequate water filtration — a job that was once carried out by menhaden. An adult menhaden can rid four to six gallons of water of algae in a minute. Imagine then the water-cleaning capacity of the half-billion menhaden we "reduce" into oil every year." -- Wikipedia


978-0-375-86925-9  272 pages  Ages 9 -13


Recommended by:  Richie Partington, MLIS, Instructor, San Jose State University, California USA


It's 1871 and growing up "girl" has some serious limitations.  When Georgie Burkhardt's sister talks about escaping all the limited expectations her community has for her, Georgie's biggest feeling is the fear that her sister might leave her.  

Eligible bachelors are gathering around Agatha Burkhardt and the question on everyone's mind is who will the lucky fellow be?  The rich one with all the trimmings and trappings or the hardworking salt of the Earth guy seem to be the nearest to Agatha's heart.

Then, the day comes when Agatha disappears and soon after a body is brought back home wearing tatters of the beautiful blue green gown Mama had made for her oldest daughter.  Is this the body of Agatha?  Is she gone for ever?

Georgie Burkhardt is absolutely determined to find the truth and she sets out to solve this mystery armed with her rifle and riding a somewhat lovesick mule.  

Touches of humor, barrels of gumption, and a storyline that hints at life in the 1871's, romance and the potential of one very determined sister.  

Adventure, laughter and love make for a real page turner.

Recommended by:  Barb


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