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Seedfolks

Seedfolks

by Paul Fleischman

Seedfolks Quotes

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Man and the Natural World Quotes

My class had sprouted lima beans in paper cups the year before. I now placed a bean in each of the holes. I covered them up, pressing the soil down firmly with my fingertips. I opened my thermos an...

Community Quotes

"But she planted 'em way too early. She's lucky those seeds even came up.""But they did," said Ana. "And it's up to us to save them."It was a weekend in May and hot. You'd have thought that those b...

Race Quotes

Gibb Street was mainly Rumanians back then. It was "Adio"—"Good-bye"—in all the shops when you left. Then the Rumanians started leaving. They weren't the first, or the last. This has always bee...

Memory and the Past Quotes

I thought about how my mother and sisters remembered my father, how they knew his face from every angle and held in their fingers the feel of his hands. I had no such memories to cry over. I'd been...

Family Quotes

All his life in Vietnam my father had been a farmer. Here our apartment house had no yard. But in that vacant lot he would see me. He would watch my beans break ground and spread, and would notice...

Time Quotes

The sidewalk was completely empty. It was Sunday, early in April. An icy wind teetered trash cans and turned my cheeks to marble. In Vietnam we had no weather like that. Here in Cleveland people ca...

Language and Communication Quotes

I gave her a smile and showed her that I was just giving her plants some water. This made her eyes go even bigger. I stood up slowly and backed away. I smiled again. She watched me leave. We never...

Death Quotes

I thought about how my mother and sisters remembered my father, how they knew his face from every angle and held in their fingers the feel of his hands. I had no such memories to cry over. I'd been...

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