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Sarah Dean
Dear Diary,
The Rabbi came to the house last night. He said I will be going to America, but I can’t. He doesn’t understand. Grandmother is all the family I have left. Even if our house is small and you
can count the cow’s ribs through her skin, I’ve lived here as long as I can remember and it’s my home.
People say that America’s streets are paved with gold. They also say the city
smells and I’m lucky to have someone to live with, or a place to live at all.
Bring to America:
Mother’s wedding ring
My everyday clothes
My blue dress
My book with all my letters
Papa’s old leather bag.
-Jessie
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Galia Atik
Dear Diary,
The Rabbi has a ticket to
America and he’s given it to me! I would run away but what the Rabbi says is final.
I am very anxious about being away from grand-mother… and in a sewing shop too! I don’t know how
I will manage. I am also heartbroken about leaving my little house where my mother’s soul still lingers.
I will take her wedding band.
Jessie
The 5th Graders have been looking at different texts and writing responses to various situations from different characters' perspectives. One text, a book called 'When Jessie Came Across the Sea', was about a young girl who left her family in Europe to start a new life in America. The children had to imagine that they were 'Jessie', writing to 'her grandmother'. The standard of writing was extremely high and many children wrote emotive and thoughtful letters. Well done 5th Grade and keep up the great work!
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Submitted by
Jacob Kadoe
Jack walked into the silent, forbidden forest. The morning dew glistened on the frail swaying grass. Mice rustled through the grass. A small stream wound through the thick trunked trees, which rustled and stirred as if they were moving to catch time. There was a knobbly trunk which sheltered a colony of ants.