“The Widow’s Broom” is a haunting story from the great mind of Chris Van Allsburg and it is about how a lonely widow named Minna Shaw finds a friend in a witch’s broom, but is threatened by the villagers to get rid of the broom because the know that it is witch crafted. She loved the artwork and she thought the story was lighthearted and fun. He thought this was a fun story and he gave this 3 stars. He loved the broom flinging the dog away into the sky (it’s not hurt). It’s not really scary, there are witches and ghost and it’s a delight to read. It’s a longer story, but it’s a fun one during the Halloween season. Then the neighbor boys start messing with the broom and the broom defends itself. A neighbor sees this and thinks its evil and soon everyone has heard of this broom and comes to see it. So, she teaches it new chores to do and it plays the piano too, one note at a time. The woman thinks this is great, but it doesn’t stop sweeping and drives her crazy. The broom is left at the house and the woman thinks it’s now a normal broom so she uses it. The witch recovers and she has a friend come and pick her up while the lady is sleeping. She brings the witch inside and lets her heal. She lands in the vegetable garden of a kindly woman living alone. So much love and detail went into the making of it.Ī witch is flying in the sky and her broom is old and it dies and falls out of the sky. The artwork is Stunning and unbelievable. I’m going to go ahead and put it in the holiday reviews I do, but I read this earlier in the year and it was fun. It’s set in the fall and there is a witch in it, but it’s really an anytime book. His interests and talents seemed to be more in the area of math and science. He didn’t take art classes during this time. One named Fafner and the other name Eloise.Ĭhris went to junior and senior high school in East Grand Rapids. Chris moved to this street with his mom, dad, sister, and two Siamese cats. Between the street and the sidewalk grew enormous Elm trees whose branches reached up and touched the branches of the trees on the other side of the street. The houses were all set back the same distance from the street. ![]() It was a street that looked like the street on the cover of The Polar Express. The next house they lived in was an old brick Tudor Style house in East Grand Rapids. It was about a mile and a half to Breton Downs School, which Chris walked to every day and attended until 6th grade, when the Van Allsburg family moved again. There remained many open fields and streams and ponds where a boy could catch minnows and frogs, or see a firefly at night. When Chris was three years old, his family moved to a new house at the edge of Grand Rapids that was part of a development a kind of planned neighborhood, that was still being built. Chris’s father ran the dairy with Chris’s three uncles after his grandfather Peter retired. But by 1949, the house was surrounded by buildings and other houses. It was a very old house that, like the little house in Virginia Lee Burton’s story, had once looked over farmland. When Chris was born, his family lived in an old farm house next door to the large brick creamery building. It was named East End Creamery and after they bottled the milk (and made the other products) they delivered it to homes all around Grand Rapids in yellow and blue trucks. ![]() His sister Karen was born in 1947.Ĭhris’s paternal grandfather, Peter, owned and operated a creamery, a place where milk was turned into butter, cream, cottage cheese, and ice cream. Chris was born in Grand Rapids, Michigan on June 18, 1949, the second child of Doris Christiansen Van Allsburg and Richard Van Allsburg.
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