Showing posts with label Ezra Jack Keats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ezra Jack Keats. Show all posts

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Jennie's Hat by Ezra Jack Keats


This is a cute little book about a girl obsessed with fancy hats at the moment. Although it never directly says a date, this book takes place in spring, and therefore probably takes place around Easter, when a new hat would be terribly important. 


Jennie has a vivid imagination, so when she hears that her aunt is sending her a hat, you can tell Jennie has high hopes for the new hat. 
(Ezra Jack Keats is a marvelous illustrator. Her dress! So mod and 1966-ish.) 


Her utter disgust at the plain hat she received from her aunt. 


Her attempts at finding a more interesting hat.



Thinking about hats is interrupted by the clock. At three o'clock every Saturday, Jennie goes to the park to feed the birds. The birds are expecting her, so go she must even if she hasn't a glorious new hat. 

Funny story about this picture--our doctor's office has this illustration as a print on the wall of their waiting room. I have always loved it and have wondered who it was by. One day, I was cleaning the kids room and I saw this book. I opened it up to this page and lo and behold! there was the picture I had been googling and searching for! I felt terribly lucky.  

Buying books at a library book sale for 25¢ means bulk quantities. With so many books to go through, I don't carefully look at each one. If the author's name is as recognizable as Ezra Jack Keats, I know it will be worth having without having to read it.  A lot of books get brought home and set on the shelf without me really knowing the book.  

Think of all the delightful things that are possibly hanging out on my bookshelf without me knowing it!
 It makes me feel rich. 


Delightful spring picture!

I love her pouty little face! You can just feel her indignation at not having the hat of her hopes and imaginings. It is such a universal kid feeling--maybe not the hat part, but the yearning for something and the frustration at not being able to have it/do it because you are too little/too poor/too unlearned.

Poor Jennie. 


Sunday morning, Jennie peeps out her window at all the fabulous hats going by. 


At church, sitting there in her plain hat, she is surrounded by flower garden hats. 


As they leave the church, Jennie notices some birds flying close by. 


A la Cinderella, these birds come to help their friend out. Bringing flowers and little trinket's they have found, they make Jennie's hat the most flowery and elaborate one of all.



I love the way Keats draws these birds.


A nest of baby birds is the crowning touch. Now Jenny is satisfied with her hat. 


She takes it home and wraps it up so she can remember it always. 

Monday, January 4, 2016

Snowy Day By Ezra Jack Keats

For some reason, growing up in the eighties, I felt that this book was way overexposed. Librarians read it to us, teachers read it to us, it was printed in our textbooks--it was just too much. So I decided I didn't like it. I carried this childish prejudice along into adulthood, until it was smashed to smithereens by actually picking up a copy of it, acquired at a library book sale sometime, and reading it. I fell in love with it.

The pictures! (The same pictures I was so bored with in first grade.) I love them now. 

The story! Growing up in the north, I can recognize and relate to every feeling Peter has. To wake up to the changed light that means the world is snow covered and just unrecognizable enough to seem completely separate from the everyday world you woke up to yesterday. And the urge to go exploring--I still feel like that when it snows.    


This book was a big deal. The winner of the 1963 Caldecott, it was the first book to feature an African-American in a full color children's book. 


Keats says "I wanted to convey the joy of being a little boy alive on a certain kind of day--of being for that moment. The air is cold, you touch the snow, aware of the things to which all children are so open."


Friends, snowflakes, giant snowdrifts.



I love Peter sitting in this bath and thinking. And thinking. 


The snowy footprints, Peter's darling little red suit with a gnome hat.
I adore this picture.