And then his mama, bless her, understanding that every body is different, that “bein’ brave don’t mean you ain’t afeared”. It’s two boys fighting in the Union Army with one rescuing the other. Polacco has a lot of family stories, and I’m glad she’s chosen to share them with us.
“You can call me Say…Everybody in my family calls me Say, not Sheldon. I love how Polacco has Say appreciating Moe Moe, that he feels as if he’s in heaven. It’ll give y’all something to discuss, that’s for sure! A touch of irony when Say reveals he can’t read, and Pink promises to teach him. A nice bit of history for the kids with some details they won’t get in school, small facts with so many implications. Whew, Polacco doesn’t pull any punches in this when Pinkus meets up with Say and gives it to him straight. It’s a tale that has had many permutations throughout war, and this one is of two 15 year olds fighting for their own reasons. Oh, I just wanted to cry throughout the story…and unfortunately, I got my “wish” at the end. In 1996, it was nominated for the Young Hoosier Book Award for Intermediate, and in 1995, it won the Jefferson Cup and the Horn Book Fanfare.
In 1997, Pink and Say won the West Virginia Children’s Book Award and was nominated for the Rebecca Caudill Young Reader’s Book Award. Other books by this author which I have reviewed include Chicken Sunday, The Keeping QuiltĪ children’s picture book (6 – 10) remembering Pinkus Aylee, a colored boy in the Union Army who saved another. Pink and Say by Patricia Polaccoīiography, non-fiction, picture book in Hardcover edition that was published by Philomel Books on Septemand has 48 pages. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review. In this Civil War story passed from great-grandfather to grandmother, to son, and finally to the author-artist herself, Patricia Polacco once again celebrates the shared humanity of the peoples of this world.I received this book for free from the library in exchange for an honest review. Scared and uncertain, the boys were faced with a hard decision, and then marauding Confederate troops rode in. But the two boys were putting her in danger, two Union soldiers in Confederate territory! They had to get back to their outfits. She had soft, gentle hands and cared for him and her Pink. Pinkus´ skin was the color of polished mahogany, and he was flying Union colors like the wounded boy, and he picked him up out of the field and brought him to where the black soldier´s mother, Moe Moe Bay, lived. He was wounded in a fierce battle and left for dead in a pasture somewhere in Georgia when Pinkus found him. I will tell it in Sheldon´s own words as nearly as I can. When Sheldon Russell Curtis told this story to his daughter, Rosa, she kept every word in her heart and was to retell it many times.
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