SARAH, PLAIN AND TALL. Patricia MacLachlan. Winner of the Newbery Medal. “ Did Mama sing every day?” asked Caleb. "Every-single- day?'' He sat close to. SARAH, PLAIN AND TALL Patricia MacLachlan Winner of the Newbery Medal “ Did Mama sing every day?” asked Caleb. "Every-single- day?" He sat close to. Scholastic BookFiles: A Reading Guide to Sarah, Plain and Tall by Patricia MacLachlan/Danielle Denega. p. cm. Summary: Discusses the writing, characters .

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This beloved Newbery Medal–winning book is the first of five books in Patricia MacLachlan's chapter book series about the Witting in the late ni. Sarah, Plain & Tall. Choosing Kansas or Maine-. Make a visual aid depicting the geography of your state. Show me everything you can possibly imagine! What is . from the same study guide. Sale of any printed copy from this CD is strictly and specifically prohibited. Sarah, Plain and Tall Study Guide. A Progeny Press Study .

Then Sarah asks the children about winter on the prairie. They tell her that they go to school in the winter. Sarah tells them that she is good in arithmetic and writing and that she loves books. Sarah is hot and wants to swim so she uses the cow pond. This was something the family had never done! She begins to teach the children how to swim.

Chapter 7 Neighbors on the prairie live far apart but still pitch in to help each other. The neighbors, Matthew and Maggie, come for the day to help Papa plow a field. They bring some live chickens as a gift. Maggie, like Sarah, had answered an ad in the paper to come to the prairie to be a wife and mother.

She moved from Tennessee. The two women talk about what they miss. Anna listens and is worried that Sarah will want to go back to Maine. Maggie also brings flowers and the two women plant them. They become friends quickly and make plans to learn from each other. Maggie reminds Sarah that there is always something to miss no matter where you are.

Chapter 8 Sarah is strong-willed and determined to learn to ride a horse and drive a wagon. She says she wants to be able to take the wagon into town. Caleb and Anna worry that she might catch a train and go home if she is able to get into town.

Suddenly a violent storm begins to brew. The family gathers the animals from the fields and everyone stays in the barn all night. Chapter 9 After cleaning up the storm damage and doing the chores, Sarah learns how to drive the wagon.

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The next day she gets up early to drive into town. Caleb tries to think of ways to get her to stay: he could pretend to be sick or tie her up.

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Sarah, Plain and Tall--Successful Summarizing and Character Analysis for Second Grade

Anna and Caleb are two young children living in a small home on the prairie. I mixed biscuit dough just inside the door, watching. Sarah's eyes filled with tears. Slowly I stirred the dough. Maggie reached over and took Sarah's hand. Do not miss the hills, Maggie, I thought.

Do not miss the hills. Do not miss the sea. I stirred and stirred the dough. The house is hers now.

Not mine any longer. There are three old aunts who all squawk together like crows at dawn. I miss them, too. Rose and Violet ran in the fields. I felt something brush my legs and looked down at Nick, wagging his tail. Wherever you are. Sarah smiled. And nasturtiums the color of the sun when it sets. I don't know if nasturtiums would grow here. Lottie and Nick came to sniff, and the chickens walked in the dirt, leaving prints. In the fields, the horses pulled the plow up and down under the hot summer sun.

Maggie wiped her face, leaving a streak of dirt. I have tansy. And Jacob. Matthew and Papa and Caleb came in from the fields, their work done. We all ate in the shade. Maggie misses her friends sometimes.

Rose and Violet fell asleep in the grass, their bellies full of meat and greens and biscuits. And when it was time to go, Papa and Matthew lifted them into the wagon to sleep on blankets.

Sarah walked slowly behind the wagon for a long time, waving, watching it disappear. Caleb and I ran to bring her back, the chickens running wildly behind us. I smiled.

I was right. The chickens would not be for eating. And then Papa came, just before the rain, bringing Sarah the first roses of summer. And the air grew still. In the morning, Sarah dressed in a pair of over-alls and went to the barn to have an argument with Papa. She took apples for Old Bess and Jack.

Papa stood by the fence. By myself. She fed him an apple. Caleb and I stood behind Sarah. I will ride Jack. Papa shook his head. Papa smiled. I have already taught you how to plow. Papa looked up at the clouds. A portion of it is loose.

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And there's a storm coming. I know about roofs. I am a good carpenter. Remember, I told you? And they climbed the ladder to the roof, Sarah with wisps of hair around her face, her mouth full of nails, overalls like Papa's.

Overalls that were Papa's. Caleb and I went inside to close the windows. We could hear the steady sound of hammers pounding the roof overhead. Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes. But there was no time to cry, for suddenly Papa called out. Papa slid down the roof, helping Sarah after him. He held up his arms and Sarah jumped off the porch roof.

And the cows. The barn is safest.

There was a hiss of wind, a sudden pungent smell. Our faces looked yellow in the strange light. Caleb and I jumped over the fence and found the animals huddled by the barn. I counted the sheep to make sure they were all there, and herded them into a large stall.

A few raindrops came, gentle at first, then stronger and louder, so that Caleb and I covered our ears and stared at each other without speaking.

Caleb looked frightened and I tried to smile at him. Sarah carried a sack into the barn, her hair wet and streaming down her neck, Papa came behind, Lottie and Nick with him, their ears hard against their heads.

But Sarah had already run from the barn into a sheet of rain. My father followed her.

The sheep nosed open their stall door and milled around the barn, bleating. Nick crept under my arm, and a lamb, Mattie with the black face, stood close to me, trembling. There was a soft paw on my lap, then a gray body.

And then, as the thunder pounded and the wind rose and there was the terrible crackling of lightning close by, Sarah and Papa stood in the barn doorway, wet to the skin. Papa carried Sarah's chickens. Sarah came with an armful of summer roses. Sarah's chickens were not afraid, and they settled like small red bundles in the hay.

Papa closed the door at last, shutting out some of the sounds of the storm. The barn was eerie and half lighted, like dusk without a lantern. Papa spread blankets around our shoulders and Sarah unpacked a bag of cheese and bread and jam. At the very bottom of the bag were Sarah's shells. Caleb got up and went over to the small barn window. She looked a long time without speaking. Finally, she touched Papa's shoulder. It will be all right, Jacob. But he put his arm around her, and leaned over to rest his chin in her hair.

I closed my eyes, suddenly remembering Mama and Papa standing that way, Mama smaller than Sarah, her hair fair against Papa's shoulder. When I opened my eyes again, it was Sarah standing there. Caleb looked at me and smiled and smiled until he could smile no more.

We slept in the hay all night, waking when the wind was wild, sleeping again when it was quiet. And at dawn there was the sudden sound of hail, like stones tossed against the barn. We stared out the window, watching the ice marbles bounce on the ground.

And when it was over we opened the barn door and walked out into the early-morning light. The hail crunched and melted beneath our feet. It was white and gleaming for as far as we looked, like sun on glass. Like the sea. The dogs leaned down to eat the hailstones.

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Seal stepped around them and leaped up on the fence to groom herself. A tree had blown over near the cow pond. And the wild roses were scattered on the ground, as if a wedding had come and gone there.

Only one field was badly damaged, and Sarah and Papa hitched up the horses and plowed and replanted during the next two days. The roof had held. Papa kept his promise to Sarah. When the work was done, he took her out into the fields, Papa riding Jack who was sly, and Sarah riding Old Bess.

Sarah was quick to learn. He thought a moment. Why'" he asked, turning to me. Papa and Sarah came to hitch the horses to the wagon, so Sarah could practice driving. Papa didn't see Caleb's tears, and he sent him with an ax to begin chopping up the tree by the pond for firewood. I stood and watched Sarah, the reins in her hands, Papa next to her in the wagon. I could see Caleb standing by the pond, one hand shading his eyes, watching, too. I went into the safe darkness of the barn then, Sarah's chickens scuttling along behind me.

The chickens watched me, their eyes small and bright. The next morning Sarah got up early and put on her blue dress. She took apples to the barn. She loaded a bundle of hay on the wagon for Old Bess and Jack. She put on her yellow bonnet. And with a whisper to Old Bess and a stern word to Jack, Sarah climbed up in the wagon and drove away.

And after a while he turned and went out into the fields. Caleb and I watched Sarah from the porch.

Caleb took my hand, and the dogs lay down beside us. It was sunny, and I remembered another time when a wagon had taken Mama away. It had been a day just like this day. And Mama had never come back.

Seal jumped up to the porch, her feet making a small thump. Caleb leaned down and picked her up and walked inside. I took the broom and slowly swept the porch. Then I watered Sarah's plants. Caleb cleaned out the wood stove and carried the ashes to the barn, spilling them so that I had to sweep the porch again. And she has gone to download a train ticket to go away!

She would tell us. I looked at Sarah's drawing of the fields pinned up on the wall next to the window. We took lunch to Papa, cheese and bread and lemonade. Caleb nudged me. Ask Papa. He squinted at me. Then he sighed and put one hand on Caleb's head, one on mine. She does things her way, you know. Papa picked up his shovel and put on his hat. I was afraid to hear the answer. We fed the sheep, and I set the table for dinner. Four plates. The sun dropped low over the west fields.

Lottie and Nick stood at the door, wagging their tails, asking for supper. Papa came to light the stove. And then it was dusk.

Soon it would be dark. Caleb sat on the porch steps, turning his moon snail shell over and over in his hand. Seal brushed back and forth against him. Suddenly Lottie began to bark, and Nick jumped off the porch and ran down the road.

He climbed the porch and stood on the roof. And Nick leaped up into the wagon to sit by Sarah. Papa took the reins and Sarah climbed down from the wagon. Caleb burst into tears. Sarah put her arms around him, and he wailed into her dress. And I am loud and pesky! He led them to the barn for water. Sarah handed me a package. For all of us. Very carefully I unwrapped it, Caleb peering closely.

Inside were three colored pencils. And green. Suddenly Caleb grinned. Sarah has brought the sea!

It is late, and Caleb is nearly sleeping by his plate and Sarah is smiling at my father, Soon there will be a wedding, Papa says that when the preacher asks if he will have Sarah for his wife, he will answer, "Ayuh, " Autumn will come, then winter, cold with a wind that blows like the wind off the sea in Maine. There will be nests of curls to look for, and dried flowers all winter long. When there me storms, Papa will stretch a rope from the door to the barn so we will not be lost when we feed the sheep and the cotes and Jack and Old Bass, And Sarah's chickens, if they aren't living in the house.Children who have experienced death of a loved one will especially relate to Anna and Caleb.

But the land rolls a little like the sea. And birds, too, of course. Slowly I stirred the dough. He was afraid. I knew they would not be for eating.

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