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The Winter of Red Snow

The Diary of Abigail Jane Stewart

Gregory, Kristiana

(Book - 2010)
Average Rating: 4 stars out of 5.
The Winter of Red Snow
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Eleven-year-old Abigail presents a diary account of life in Valley Forge from December 1777 to July 1778 as General Washington prepares his troops to fight the British.

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Publisher: New York : Scholastic Inc., [2010], c1996
ISBN: 0545262348
9780545262347
0545238021
9780545238021
Branch Call Number: j GREGORY 2010
Characteristics: 178 p. :,ill., maps ;,20 cm

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Eleven-year-old Abigail presents a diary account of life in Valley Forge from December 1777 to July 1778 as General Washington prepares his troops to fight the British


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Jun 03, 2013
  • youknitmetogether13 rated this: 4.5 stars out of 5.

Love this "diary" and its sequel, Cannons at Dawn. Kristiana Gregory is a great author!
Also, check out the other books in the Dear America series; When will this Cruel War End, Across the Wide and Lonesome Prairie (also by Gregory), and many others!

It was an excellent book!

Jul 05, 2012
  • cheech rated this: 4.5 stars out of 5.

It's creepy how it really describes the amputations, but otherwise I loved it! :)

Jun 14, 2012
  • sharoneiler rated this: 5 stars out of 5.

scary, but good.

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Jun 03, 2013
  • youknitmetogether13 rated this: 4.5 stars out of 5.

The baby is sick. Elisabeth and I have stayed home from school to help. When I tucked Sally into her trundle last night she threw her arms around my neck sobbing, "Shall this baby die like the others?" Elisabeth kneeled to kiss Sally, but she, too, began to weep, then so did I. Mama has birthed nine children; three girls-that's us- and now six boys. We have not had a brother live through his first winter. After Sally had cried herself to sleep, Elisabeth and I lay in bed whispering. Soon she was quiet. I crept across the cold floor to look out the window. The creek looked like a silver ribbon winding its way among the trees toward the Schuylkill River and the house were Mrs. Hewes lives. Her upstairs window glowed with candlelight, and I hoped she was awake, praying for our baby. I was.

Jun 03, 2013
  • youknitmetogether13 rated this: 4.5 stars out of 5.

I woke to sleet hitting the window and another sound I'd not heard before. A drumbeat. Papa came in from milking and said, "The soldiers are coming."
...Finally, through the gray, we saw them. Three officers on horseback led. We ran outside to cheer, but the men were quiet and thin. The sight of them took my breath away. "They have no shoes," Elisabeth whispered. We watched for several minutes as they passed by. We were unable to speak. Their footprints left blood in the snow.

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