TITLE: Rabbit Hill
AUTHOR & ILLUSTRATOR: Robert Lawson
PUBLISHED BY: Puffin, 2007
ISBN: 014031010
AWARDS: Newbery Medal Winner, 1944
For just about as long as I can remember, whenever I would complain of not having a book to read, or being bored with what I was currently reading, my Dad would turn to me and say: "I've told you, read
The Theory of Money And Credit" (by Ludwig von Mises). Loath to take him up on such an offer, I'd find mom, and see what she'd recommend. Most of my favorite books as a child I read because Mom told me to. Many of my favorites as an adult have been likewise, though I can't say I've ever taken up
any
of
Dad's
recommendations.
But there are two recommendations I remember very clearly coming from dad when I was a kid:
Rascal
and Robert Lawson's
Rabbit Hill. Everyone knows
Rascal (and if you haven't given it to your boy yet, go buy it immediately), but very few people are familiar with
Rabbit Hill, though it is every bit as delightful and a bit more accessible, too. Written and illustrated by Robert Lawson (winner of the Newbery for this, and the
Caldecott Medal too),
Rabbit Hill was an instant favorite when it was first published in 1944. Lawson's studio in Westport CT was called Rabbit Hill, and from there he worked his entire life. Enough background. Here's the story:
Semi-episodic, and focusing mostly on the Rabbit family, Father, Mother, Uncle Analdas, and Little Georgie, the animals of Rabbit Hill eagerly await the arrival of spring. Father, a "southern gentlemen" is sensible and eloquent, an elder of the family of animals, though he often bores them with stories of Kentucky Bluegrass. Mother is a worry-wort, but sweet; Uncle Analdas is a bit of an old fogey, bragging and feisty, but lovable. And Little Georgie is our hero and (I'll warrant) the reason for the stories in the first place. He is the youngest character, ever bold for adventure, daring in his races with dogs, and willing to help around the home.
There is also a colorful cast of other animals who live on the Hill. There's the Mole, and his "eyes", Willie the field mouse. There's Porkey, the stubborn groundhog, and the majestic Buck, plus the Skunk and Fox, who hope for chickens and good garbage. Lawson creates a rich and colorful world with its own societal rules and civilities.
When the story begins, Spring has come after a long hard winter, with the glad news that "New folks are coming, oh my" to the house on the hill. The last folks, who left in the fall, kept bad gardens, and the poor animals have suffered through several hard seasons with not enough to eat. So, while they try not to get their hopes up about the new folks, they are pretty darn excited.
Finally, the big day arrives, and the animals are so excited. They watch carefully for dogs, for poison and traps--for anything that will be a threat to their lives. Pretty soon they realize the "new folks" are kind and generous tenants, with a big garden and a kind love for all animals. (Mother is particularly affected when Father almost got hit by their car, but they stopped for him, said "how do you do, sir?" and then put up a sign reading "Drive carefully, small animals.") The animals decide how to divvy up the garden, meanwhile the New Folks are charmed and enchanted by their little neighbors.
Lawson really creates an entire world, with rich characterizations, and a genuinely sweet story that teaches children to love and respect God's creatures (without being over the top or preachy). He is as good a prose stylist as he was an
illustrator.
What's more, when I think of my Dad reading this book as a young boy, hanging on every word, while my grandmother was out side upset at the deer for eating her roses
again, I just have to laugh. Lawson has captured something good and joyful and bounteous in this story. I'm awfully glad Dad told me to read it.
Reading Notes: Could be read aloud, but it would also be a very good first chapter book, as there are lots of lovely illustrations, and plenty of adventure to keep the child engaged. 128 Pages.
UPDATE: Since i first wrote this, Dad told me that ,y grandmother read this aloud several times before he read it by himself. Which seems to me to be the way one does it...