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    Catching Spring
    Catching Spring
    Catching Spring
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    Catching Spring

    By Sylvia Olsen

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    The year is 1957, and Bobby lives on the Tsartlip First Nation reserve on Vancouver Island where his family has lived for generations and generations. He loves his weekend job at the nearby marina. He loves to play marbles with his friends. And he loves being able to give half his weekly earnings to his mother to eke out the grocery money, but he longs to enter the up-coming fishing derby. With the help of his uncle and Dan from the marina his wish just might come true.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOrca Book Publishers
    Release dateApr 1, 2004
    ISBN9781554695881
    Catching Spring
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    Sylvia Olsen

    Sylvia Olsen is an award-winning author of many books for readers of all ages. She teaches First Nations housing management at Vancouver Island University and works toward creating new housing opportunities on reserves in Canada. Sylvia lives in North Saanich, British Columbia, on W̱SÁNEĆ territory.

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      Set in 1957, this should now be considered "historical fiction", as modern kids wouldn't be able to understand the economics or social setting otherwise.Bobby, 10 yrs old, gets a job at a marina to help support his family. He would like to join a fishing contest to win the new bike offered as prize. The contest is almost won by a spoiled child whose father & uncle really catch the fish, but honesty wins out.Written for pre-teens, with a strong focus on how being responsible brings unforeseen rewards. Good descriptive details.

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    Catching Spring - Sylvia Olsen

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    Bobby flew through the kitchen and grabbed his jacket and an extra pair of socks from the freshly folded pile of laundry on the kitchen table. He stuffed the socks into his pocket and picked up an apple from a wooden box on the floor.

    Mom appeared at the front door. Not so fast, young man, she said, pulling him toward her and kissing him on the cheek. You be careful down there, Bobby. I worry about you.

    You don’t have nothing to worry about, Mom. Bobby paused to give her an extra hug. Dan takes care of me.

    Mom spat on her fingers and patted Bobby’s hair down. Here, take another apple and put it in your pocket. She pulled a rosy red apple out of her apron pocket.

    There wasn’t much room. His pockets were full of thick socks, but Bobby managed to tuck the apple in safely.

    He looked at the battery clock hanging on the wall next to the woodstove. Twenty-five minutes after four o’clock.

    Thanks, Mom. I gotta go. I don’t wanna be late, he shouted over his shoulder. Mom had brought the big round clock home from the church basement sale a few weeks earlier. The bold black numbers were easy to read, but the smiling, blond man and woman in the picture stamped in the center of the clock didn’t look anything like Bobby’s mom and dad.

    When Bobby first learned how to tell time the year before in Sister Madeleine’s grade three class, he sometimes had trouble with the big hand and the little hand. But now that his family had a clock of their own, Bobby kept track of what time he got out of bed, what time Mom started the laundry on Mondays, what time the green pickup truck came by on Wednesdays selling vegetables and other stuff like that.

    Now Bobby had a job. When Dan said, I’ll see you at five o’clock, Bobby made sure that he left the house before half-past-four to give himself time to run down to the dock and get there early.

    Lucky and Ezra were huddled in front of the house. Hey, Bro, Ezra called out as Bobby jumped around them, want to play marbles?

    I’d love to, but I gotta go, Bobby replied, or I’ll be late for work.

    Bobby’s brothers were hunched on either side of the smooth hollow Bobby had helped to carve out of the hard-packed dirt next to the steps.

    I’ll let you have my cat’s eye. The small one I won from Soupy yesterday. Ezra held the shiny marble out to his older brother. Pretty nice, don’t you think? I’ll let you have it if you play for a while.

    Bobby watched the gold and orange and blue and green as he rolled the glass sphere around in the palm of his hand. It was beautiful. He couldn’t believe Ezra was willing to give it to him. That would make twelve small and four big cat’s eyes if he would just stay and play marbles with his brothers.

    He hesitated. Maybe he could play for ten minutes. Then he would run extra hard and make it to Dan’s marina just in time. He thought for a moment more and passed the marble back.

    Thanks anyway, Bro. But I gotta get to work. Dan’s gonna be waiting for me. And it’s past twenty-five minutes after four o’clock.

    Time didn’t mean anything to Ezra and Lucky. Ezra was going into grade three this year and Lucky was only going into grade one. Neither one of his younger brothers paid much attention to the time, and Bobby didn’t think they ever would. They were more interested in playing marbles or skittle ball or climbing the oak tree and hanging upside down by their knees until their faces turned purple and their eyes bugged out.

    It’s not that Bobby didn’t like to play with his brothers, especially marbles. It was just that since the summer and since he met Dan Adams, he had a job. Every Saturday morning Bobby worked at the marina, sweeping the dock, hosing it down, cleaning the boats and sometimes even gutting fish and selling tackle. Once in a while, like tonight, Bobby slept overnight in Dan’s big fish boat that was winched up on the ways for repairs. That’s why Bobby needed the extra socks to keep his feet warm.

    Tomorrow morning Bobby would be ready first thing for the fishermen who arrived before the sun was up. Bobby’s favorite thing in the whole world was fishing, so he didn’t mind leaving the cat’s eye behind, although he would have loved to watch the sun splash on the colored glass as the marble turned.

    Bobby was the Tsartlip Indian Reserve marble champion. His younger brother and Soupy from next door could flick the marbles hard, maybe harder than Bobby, but they weren’t accurate and they didn’t pay attention to the other marbles in the game. Even Bobby’s older brothers couldn’t beat him.

    Only Cousin Glass Eyes could play marbles as well as Bobby. Bobby couldn’t understand how he did it with his eyes all shrunk down behind his thick glasses. Long after all the other boys had lost interest and found something else to do, Glass Eyes and Bobby would continue until the last marble was traded. Glass Eyes knew how to take his time and stay focused. But if you wanted to know who the Tsartlip village marble champion was, you could ask pretty well any of the boys on the reserve and they would tell you the same thing: Bobby. Even Glass Eyes might tell you that.

    Hey, Bobby said to his brothers as he turned down the path, "I’ll be home at lunch tomorrow. I’ll play

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