Digging Up Johnny Appleseed: Hello History!
By Kathy Warnes
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Since her mother died, Sara wants to be with her father and help him with his archaeological digs more than anything else in the world. Her father wants her to stay home with her aunt and be safe. Sara is determined to help on her fatherr's Johnny Appleseed dig. Will she succeed in helping her father, yet keeping her promises to him to be safe?
Kathy Warnes
Kathy Warnes loves to write history, children's stories, and fiction and non-fiction and poetry. She lives in Michigan with her family and three cats with personality!
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Digging Up Johnny Appleseed - Kathy Warnes
Digging Up Johnny Appleseed
Chapter One
This town is dead and besides, they only want Presbyterians to live here! I yelled at Dad. That doesn't include us I want to go back to Pittsburgh!
I've known we're Baptists since I was a boy. Dad smiled at me.
What's really the problem, Sara without the H.?"
They only want Presbyterians, Dad. It says so on the sign by the library.
He wrinkled his fore head the way he always does when he's thinking. He says I do it, too, but I know I don't. Then he smiled at me, again. The smile I don't like. The grown up to little kid smile. You mean the sign by the tunnel that goes under the railroad tracks.
I glared at him. That's the one.
Sara, that sign says, 'Pedestrians only. It doesn't say Presbyterians only.
I scowled at him. Somebody doesn't know how to spell.
He smiled at me. Somebody doesn't.
P r e s b y t e r i a n. P e d e s t r i a n!
I yelled.
Dad walked over and put his arm around me. Moving is hard, Sara, but it was harder to stay in Pittsburgh in that house. Every step I took, every place I sat reminded me of your mother. You'll get used to it here, Sara. You'll make new friends and you might even grow to like it here.
"I liked being with Mom's things, Dad. I felt her sitting next to me when I covered up on
the couch with her Afghan. It's almost as good as going up to the attic and sitting on our couch. I don't want to forget Mom."
You won't forget her, Sara and neither will I. Even if we tried, Lucy won't let us forget her.
I scowled at him again. Aunt Lucy tries to act like Mom, but she isn't Mom.
She cares about us, Sara and we do live with her, so be nice to her.
Dad, she talks like a flower child. She's straight sixties.
Sara, she was a flower child. She and your mother both were.
Mom was never a flower child! She wouldn't do any of that stuff.
Any of what stuff, Sara?
Hanging flowers around peoples' necks at airports and taking trips to San Francisco.
Sara, your Mom and your Aunt Lucy both lived in a commune for a while. I did too.
Aunt Lucy must have made her go!
Dad laughed out loud at me this time. It was the other way around,
he told me. Kerry - your Mom -always led and Lucy followed. I think she was glad when your Mom and I got married so she could come back home.
Why would she want to come back to Bristol,
I muttered. One swipe of the skateboard and it's gone.
It has things to offer, like peace and quiet,
Dad said. And country living and a slower pace. That's some of the stuff that your Mom didn't want to do. She liked the city life better.
So do I and I want to go back to it.
"Sara, I'm going to teach history at Pendleton for a long time to come, according to my
contract. I’m going to be part-time curator at the historical museum according to my contract, and in spite of Paul Jenkins. You're signed up for 6th grade at Bristol Middle School and Aunt
Lucy likes having us here. We’re staying."
My house is in Pittsburgh.
I sold the house, Sara. You know that. Don't you even like the room Lucy fixed up for you a little?
Dad, it's got pink curtains and a pink bedspread! There's a doll sitting on the bed!
He cleared his throat. Your Aunt Lucy does have some old fashioned ideas about what girls like. But be fair, Sara. How could she know that you would rather have pictures of covered wagons and horses than pink curtains and dolls?
I've been writing to her for seven years, Dad, and for seven years I've been telling her I like covered wagons and Indians and horses. I even sent back the doll she mailed to me for Christmas last year.
Lucy thinks you should act like a girl.
I do act like a girl. I cooked and cleaned for us when Mom got sick. I can fix waffles ten different ways.
And I like every one of them, Sara. But do me a favor. Wear a dress occasionally for Aunt Lucy instead of always wearing blue jeans. Offer to cook supper once in awhile.
I did cook the other night, Dad, and Aunt Lucy said she really liked my biscuits. And I do wear a dress every Sunday to church!
Dad sighed. I think Lucy expects you to act like your Mom because you look so much like her.
"I do act like her, Dad. Mom helped me mail the doll back to Aunt Lucy! Mom always
went on your history trips with you and so do I when you let me go."
Aunt Lucy doesn't understand that, Sara. Please try to please her a little.
Why should I try to please her, Dad? I'm going back home when I'm eighteen.
Dad sighed again. The house is sold Sara, and your mother is buried here in Cavalry Cemetery. I have a new job and you have a new school. We live with your Aunt Lucy in your mother's old home. We have to make a new home here for us. Aunt Lucy acts like an old maid librarian, which she is. Those are the facts of life.
"I don't like these facts of life any better than I do the ones Mom told me about. I hate boys and I hate this place. Who’s Paul Jenkins?
He's an old school mate of mine.
Everybody in town is an old school mate of yours, Dad.
He laughed. That's true. Only most of my other school mates are my friends. Paul and I have had
discussions since we were in first grade and both had crushes on your Mom.
'I hate your old school friends. And I hate girls that cry like a baby."
I started crying like a baby, so hard that I ran upstairs to my bedroom. I threw the doll off the bed and buried my face in the pink pillowcase. I'd get it wet with tears so I'd have an excuse to use my horse pillow cases.
Dad didn't follow me. I knew he wouldn't. He'd changed along with everything else in
my upside down life. He didn't care about my feelings anymore. Nobody did, but Charlie. I got up off the bed. The pink curtains were blowing in the breeze. I stuck out my tongue at them. I ran to the doorway. Here, Charlie! Here, Charlie!
I yelled. We can have one of our
wrestling matches on the bed. That ought to take care of the pink ruffled bedspread. My bedspread with the picture of George Washington crossing the Delaware on it was waiting in the
boxes that Aunt Lucy had made me store in the attic. I stared at the ceiling. Help is coming very soon, George. Charlie and I will make sure of that.
I muttered.
Charlie should be here by now. This time I yelled louder. Here, Charlie!
This time I heard a faint bark from the direction of the back yard. Aunt Lucy had tied Charlie to his dog house again. She keeps insisting that Charlie doesn’t belong in the house. I keep insisting to Dad and Aunt Lucy that he does. So far I haven't convinced anyone I'm right but Charlie.To the rescue again,
I muttered.
I ran down the stairs, glaring at Dad's closed study door. I turned around and stomped down the last two steps. Why should he have peace and quiet when Charlie had to stay out in the back yard? The door stayed closed. I knew I should have put on my hiking boots. Dad would hear me stomping in them.
Sure enough, Aunt Lucy had tied Charlie to the ugly wooden shack that she called his dog house. I call it an outhouse and Dad said that it probably had been an outhouse way back when Mom and Aunt Lucy were little. Charlie wasn't glad to see me or grateful when I untied him. He was annoyed at having to wait so long. He snapped at my heels, then turned on his heels and ran to the back door. He barked at me until I started running. He was definitely in one of his moods.
Now isn't a good time for Dad to hear you,
I told him. I grabbed dad's raincoat from the hook by the backdoor and wrapped it around Charlie. Charlie didn't approve, but he couldn't get at me through the plastic and it muffled his growls enough so I got him upstairs and closed my bedroom door without Dad hearing us.
Work with me, Charlie,
I told him as I untangled him from the raincoat. "We have to
stick together. We're all we've got."
By the time I had petted Charlie enough to ease the trauma of the backyard and the doghouse and told him I loved him sixty times, it was time for me to start supper like I had told Aunt Lucy I would do. I did more than start supper, I finished it. Mom had taught me how to make spaghetti and meatballs when I was seven. I know how to make it better now that I'm twelve. I even throw in some extras like salad and garlic bread for free. After I fed Charlie a meatball, he crawled under the table and took his afternoon nap. He knew I'd sneak another meat ball in with his supper, so he slept like a puppy and snored like Dad does when he's really tired.
The smell of the garlic bread must have sneaked under the study door, because I heard it open and Dad came and stood next to me by the stove while I stirred the spaghetti.
"Why are you snoring, Sara without the H? Did you get enough sleep