We love this book because it presents a situation to which every kid can relate - when family priorities must sometimes change - and Katy handles the change of plans both realistically and admirably. With a new twist on the traditional apples and honey for Rosh Hashanah, a community that comes together to lend a hand, and a sweet family tradition, there are an abundance of things to love about Apple Days!
Below, check out the book trailer and a guest post from the author, or head over to the Kar-Ben website for an Activity Guide or to get a copy of the book!
Watch the book trailer:
And read a guest post from author Allison Sarnoff Soffer!
"I want to share a bit about the story behind the story of Apple Days.
For years I’ve cherished a random collection of impressions about
apples that have somehow felt connected. As a
child, I remember watching my father peel a Granny Smith apple with his Swiss
army knife, removing one very long coil of light green skin. The gently spiced scent
of my mother’s apple crisp baking for company also stays with me. Later, when I became a parent, I savored my family’s
experience of apple-picking at a local orchard and returning home to make
applesauce for Rosh Hashanah. Suggested
by a friend, this outdoor respite from the busyness of September was to become
an annual tradition.
I found myself jotting down apple ideas that I read or heard
about. A short essay about a child watching
grown-up hands slicing apples evoked strong identification. The image of a wedding tradition where guests
presented apples to the bride’s parents also impressed me. Then to my delight, I received an assignment
to bring our favorite fruit to a family retreat to contribute to a community
fruit salad. Of course, we brought apples!
When we broke into groups at the retreat, I had the chance
to describe our family’s apple-picking tradition. I realized that I had never before
articulated it. There was more to
understanding the meaning of our trips to the orchard, which grew out of a poignant
need, I explained. Because I lost my
mother as a young woman, I had to find a way to be able to celebrate with my young children, to protect them
from my sense of loss as the High Holy Days approached. Getting outside, instead of preparing
entirely in the kitchen, became my unexpected answer. One group member was listening carefully: children’s
author and rabbi Mindy Portnoy.
At this point in my life, I was a new teacher at Temple
Sinai Nursery School where I would eventually set the story. A significant development at school inspired
the story’s turning point. A beloved
teacher was ill and the community galvanized to help. Children, watching their parents and teachers
acting on their kindest instincts, wanted to join the effort. They initiated their own baking efforts
culminating in a series of sales that raised almost $5,000 over several months.
I let my mind work on these varied impressions as I always
do when I am deep in a writing process. As
Rabbi Portnoy and I met to discuss ideas, the arc of the story slowly came
together. Of course, it was going to be
a book about apples. Its premise would
be the anticipation of our family’s beloved apple-picking ritual by a mother
and a daughter. It would focus on disappointment
overcome in an unexpected way, the power of community, and the competence of children.
Apple Days took about a year to write, through two
Rosh Hashanahs, and many revisions. When
it was done, it felt more complete than anything that I had ever written. To me,
this story was crying out to be told, to get off of my computer screen and into
the world.
I hope that children will listen to Apple Days during
a teachable moment with their parents or teachers, when they can pause and
really hear it. Perhaps it will inspire
them to welcome the Jewish New Year at a local orchard or to try a new apple
recipe. Maybe Apple Days will spark
an idea for a completely novel holiday tradition, or encourage a child to help
a struggling friend. You just never know what can happen. This is
my hope for Apple Days."
Thank you for listening to your inner voice as a writer. I am Italian and making cream puffs with my grandmother and mother is our tradition. My grandmother is in heaven now, but my mom and I continue the tradition. This year I will teach my daughter to make them. Thank you for reminding us to take the time to nurture our children and ourselves through the simple, mindful act of preparing food together!
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