How Mama Brought the Spring

By Fran Manushkin

One wintry morning, Mama tells Rosy a wondrous story about her own mama, Grandma Beatrice, who could bring spring to cold, cold Minsk by making magic in the kitchen. Together, mother and daughter mix batter and sing a song. Then the batter goes into the pan'pour, swirl, swizzle, FLIP! Soon Papa comes in from the cold and the family shares a special treat. (Hint: A recipe for blintzes is included!) In this delightfully cozy tale, Holly Berry's stunning illustrations evoke charming folk traditions and the warm magic made in Mama's kitchen.

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0525420274
• ISBN13: 9780525420279
• Release Date: January 2008
• Publisher: Dutton Juvenile
• Length: 32 Pages
• Weight: 0.10 lbs.
• Dimensions: 20.0" x 0.0" x 10.0"
• Age Range: 5 years and up
• Grade Range: Kindergarten and higher

Customer Reviews

How Mama Brought the Spring

Rosy's mother coaxes her out of bed on a shivery Chicago day with a tall tale of how Grandma Beatrice melted the snow of Minsk with her sunshiny, warm blintzes. Jewish content is implied by the presence of blintzes as a springtime food, and by names such as Rosy Levine and Moishe the cat, but is not made explicit in any other way. The fanciful story combines themes of girl-power, family tradition, magical realism, and of course, yummy food. The old world story is framed by modern American scenes, making it easier for young readers to relate to, and reinforcing the concept of lador vador (from generation to generation). The blintz recipe at the end is not only an invitation to participate in the story, but is also a call to action for readers seek out their own family recipes. Delightful illustrations by Holly Berry mix expressive characters with touches of Eastern European folk art. Sunny blintz-yellow warms the scenes, which swirl with movement and interesting "camera angles." A collage of bright fabric borders makes the pages pop even more. Like Mama's blintzes, this story tickles the fancy, warms the heart, and makes the reader hungry for more. K-3 Reviewed by Heidi Estrin

Be off, you frosty morns.

When you live in a climate that has distinct seasons, you learn basic elemental truths; at a certain point in any given year you are going to be sick and tired of winter. Usually that point happens sometime in the middle of February. It's after the groundhog has done his whole spot-the-shadow confabulation and you're gearing up for a long stretch of overcast skies, marrow chilling days, and general bleakness. Spring, it seems, is just this beautiful intangible dream. This has been the case for centuries and, global warming permitting, will probably continue to exist somewhere. When this happens, it's nice to have a book like "How Mama Brought the Spring" to help chase away the chill winds. The kind of book that warms you deep down to your very core. It isn't that Rosy Levine doesn't want to get up . . . okay, maybe it is. And who can blame her? Outside the sun hasn't shown its face in days and it seems like spring will never come to Illinois. Fortunately Rosy's mother understands, and to cheer her daughter up she tells her the story of how her own mother once brought spring to Minsk. On a day very much like this one Rosy's mother was also buried deep under her covers until she heard her mama up to something. In the kitchen the two of them start to make a mysterious food that involves yellow circles as bright as sunflowers and a blue tablecloth like a deep blue sky. As the two continue to cook the day grows warmer and warmer until the whole family is sitting down to delicious blintzes and the air outside has grown warm and balmy. And so Rosy and her own mother set out to do the same, hoping to bring a little bit of sunshine to a cold Chicago day. While weeding the "little book" section of my library's picture book collection I happened to stumble across one of Fran Manushkin's earliest titles, Baby. It was a fun spin on a baby fully intent on not leaving the womb, no matter what its relatives promised it. I know some mothers who can relate. Manushkin has always liked the inner workings of a family, to say nothing of the inherent magic in the everyday. And "How Mama Brought the Spring" really does make blintzes sound like the most delicious food conceived by man, woman, or child. The recipe in the back contains everything a person would need (though what's "farmer cheese"?) and this might mean that the book is a good food related story to include in world food classroom projects. I wasn't familiar with illustrator Holly Berry's work, though I'd seen copies of I'm a Pig and The Gingerbread Cowboy in my library. She uses a combination of watercolor and colored pencil that happens to complement this particular story very well. Her cold drafty rooms very gray and chilly. Her warm spring winds are the same buttery yellow as the blintzes themselves. And Berry is continually playing with the . . . . should I call it "the borders" of her books? That doesn't seem quite right. When I say "border" you're going to imagine a patt