{"id":161,"date":"2012-09-11T03:57:53","date_gmt":"2012-09-11T03:57:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nantucketantiquesdepot.wordpress.com\/?p=161"},"modified":"2021-07-12T14:18:15","modified_gmt":"2021-07-12T14:18:15","slug":"and-the-winner-is","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nantucketantiquesdepot.com\/?p=161","title":{"rendered":"And the winner is…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The Antiques Depot hosted a children\u2019s writing contest this summer to encourage young people to explore the world of rare and special antique objects. Youngsters and teens were invited to explore the wide variety of treasures from our past on display at the shop and find that one piece that sparked their imagination.\u00a0\u00a0After asking questions about the object\u2019s identity and history to get started, they could pursue more research at the library or any of the many island museums, and then put their new found knowledge and imagination to work by writing a story about their object. They were asked to write a fictional biography of the piece they found in the shop, or write a tale in which the object they chose played a central role.<\/p>\n

Children of a variety of ages were excited by the contest. \u00a0Some were brought in by their parents. In other cases the parents were clearly the ones being dragged in by their eager children.\u00a0 One morning we had the entire Murray Camp descend en masse. It was fascinating to watch what pieces caught their imagination.\u00a0 We even had to break out our step ladder so that one young girl, small in stature but big in imagination, could get up close\u00a0to examine a miniature Sterling ship model perched on a high shelf.<\/p>\n

An intriguing assortment of objects was chosen: often a surprise, always very cool, and by no means divisible into what one might naively expect to be little boy versus little girl interests. \u00a0Many fascinating questions were asked. In one case one young girl asked a slow series of questions, spread over quite a period of time as they occurred to her, so you could follow her train of thought as her story was slowly taking shape in her imagination. Sometimes the questions would catch me completely by surprise, amazed that anyone would think of asking such a curious question. The final stories that were submitted were treasures from start to finish.<\/p>\n

The story chosen for first place was entitled\u00a0Generations of Reading<\/em>\u00a0by Ava McDonald. The 11 year old author received a prize of a vintage Ship in a Bottle in congratulation for her clever and delightful story. \u00a0And you, the lucky reader of this blog will also receive a prize: the opportunity to read that winning story right now. In future blogs we will present a further selection of our favorite stories submitted.<\/p>\n

\u201cGenerations of Reading<\/strong>\u201d<\/p>\n

by Ava McDonald<\/strong><\/p>\n

The scorching sun shined down on the field of juicy, red strawberries. It is August 15, 1920 on Nantucket, the island where I live. My name is Elizabeth, but my mother and father call me Lizzie, and I am 12 years old. I am outside picking strawberries in the field. My parents grow them on their farm, and I pick and sell them to the wealthier families who come on island every summer. I pick the luscious red fruits, and I put them in a basket that was hand-woven by my grandmother.<\/p>\n

When I finish, I bring my basket inside our small cottage on the farm, place it on the kitchen table, and go to get myself a cold rag. Nantucket is really hot in the summer. I place the rag around my sunburnt neck. It feels so cold and soothing to my irritated skin. Then I take some time to relax and read. I love to read and have always loved books. Right now, I am almost done reading The Secret Garden <\/em>by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I love it. I pick up the book, open it up to where I left off and start reading. When I finish the last page, I close the book, put it down, pick up my strawberries and bring them to the sink to wash them. Then I bring the strawberries to my mother who is in her bedroom.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello, Lizzie!\u201d my mother says in delight. \u201cHello, Mother!\u201d I say. I run to hug her, but I\u2019m careful not to spill the berries I have gathered. \u201cI am going to the wharf to sell my strawberries!\u201d I say. \u201cOkay, be back at three,\u201d my mother says, which means I have two hours to sell all of my strawberries. I kiss my mother goodbye, grab my basket and head out the door.<\/p>\n

I grab my bike out of the shed and start riding. The bike ride to the wharf is a long one, but I\u2019m used to it. I do this ride about five times a week, because I have to sell my strawberries. The ride takes me about thirty minutes, because the island is never busy until the ferry arrives. Once the wealthy families come into town, we farmers keep to ourselves. You wouldn\u2019t believe how many families come over the summer.<\/p>\n

I arrive at the wharf at about 1:30 PM, and the ferry has just arrived. Not many families want to buy my strawberries but then a nice, older woman comes up to me. She wants to buy lots of strawberries from me! She buys 10 strawberries and I am excited! She hands me five dollars! Five dollars! I thank the old woman and hand her the strawberries. I can\u2019t wait to spend my money on a new book to read!<\/p>\n

It is now 2:30 PM and most of the arriving families have left, so I decide to walk into town and spend my earned money at my favorite store on the island, Daniel\u2019s Bookstore.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello there, Elizabeth!\u201d Daniel says to me. \u201cHi!\u201d I reply. \u201cI\u2019m looking for a new book. I just finished The Secret Garden<\/em>.\u201d \u201cHow about this one?\u201d he says and hands me a copy of Moby Dick<\/em>. \u201cIt was written in 1851 and this is one of the first illustrated copies of this timeless novel! The illustrated copy was just released earlier this month.\u201d He hands me the book and I admire the beautiful blue and gold cover, as Daniel keeps telling me about the book. \u201cThe book has a chapter called Nantucket, and it describes our beautiful island so well, and the author, Herman Melville, had never even been on island before!\u201d Daniel says. \u201cWow! This seems like a great novel! I can\u2019t believe I haven\u2019t read this before but now is the perfect time!\u201d I say. Daniel nods his head in agreement. \u201cHow much for it?\u201d I ask. \u201cTwo dollars,\u201d Daniel says. I squeeze the money I have just earned in my hand and say, \u201cI\u2019ll take it!\u201d<\/p>\n

I hand Daniel the money as he hands me the book. I walk out of the store, and walk back to the wharf to get my bike. I ride back to the farm, throw my bike in the shed, and run inside to get started on my beautiful new book.<\/p>\n

Call me, Ishmael <\/em>I begin to read. I read through the book, and I look at its beautiful illustrations. I finally reach the chapter Daniel told me about called Nantucket:<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em>Nothing more happened on the passage worthy the mentioning; so, after a fine run, we safely arrived in Nantucket. Nantucket! Take out your map and look at it. See what a real corner of the world it occupies; how it stands there, away off shore, more lonely than the Eddystone lighthouse. Look at it – a mere hillock, and elbow of sand; all beach, without a background. There is more sand there than you would use in twenty years as a substitute for blotting paper\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

20 YEARS LATER<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My name is Elizabeth, but my nine year old daughter, Marie, calls me Mother. I am 32 years old, and I live on Nantucket where I have lived since I was a girl. I work at Daniel\u2019s Bookstore. I have worked there since Daniel\u2019s death five years ago. I have always loved to read, and so does my daughter, Marie. My most treasured book is the illustrated copy of Moby Dick<\/em>, a book I bought from Daniel 20 years ago with $2 I earned from selling strawberries. The beautiful blue and gold cover looks a bit worn and dusty now but, in my eyes, it is still as beautiful as it was the day I bought it.<\/p>\n

Marie and I went to pick strawberries today and, as we put our berries into the beautiful hand-woven basket that my grandmother gave me several years before she died, I realized that today was the perfect day to give her one of my most prized possessions. After we returned home, I called her into the parlor and pulled out the box where I have always kept my special illustrated copy of Moby Dick<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\u201cMarie, dear? I want to give you something,\u201d I say. I open the box, which is sitting in my lap. Marie looks inside and gasps with delight as I hand her this special piece of history. \u201cThis is my illustrated copy of Moby Dick<\/em>, which I bought twenty years ago from Daniel when he was still alive. It is one of the first illustrated copies of Moby Dick<\/em> ever published,\u201d I say. She thanks me and hugs me with glee. A tear of joy begins to run down my cheek as I watch her take the book into her hands and admire the beautiful blue and gold beautiful cover just as I did 20 years ago.<\/p>\n

Congratulations Ava from Jack, Howard and Ciara.<\/p>\n

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