Tales of the Land of Bearded Trees

Back when I used to be a teacher, I loved having children make homemade books, filled with stories in their own handwriting, and self-illustrated. I got excited about home-made books when I was in college and I made one myself for a class. Later I made one for my sweetheart about "Our Story", for a wedding present.

With that background, you'll understand why I'm so excited to share with you a most special homemade book, Tales of the Land of Bearded Trees, written by my husband's grandmother, Margaret Doorly Frohne, about her own life, and illustrated by one of her daughters, Joan Abbott. It is 81 beautiful pages about life on the island of Barbados back in the 1890s. It was written in 1979. I suggest you find some time to sit back and do some summer reading about another culture and time period, and some very interesting people.

Note: Posted with permission. Please do not copy or duplicate this book in anyway without permission from the family of the authors.

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