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Uncle Daddy - Hardcover

Fletcher, Ralph

 
9780805066630: Uncle Daddy

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Does Rivers have room in his life for two very different fathers?

"The truth is Uncle Daddy isn't either my father or my uncle. He's actually Mom's uncle. I was three years old when he came to live with us."

Since Rivers's real father left him and his mom six years ago, Uncle Daddy has been taking care of Rivers in all the ways a dad cares for a son -- even teaching him how to play baseball. Then his real father returns. Rivers is confused and angry. He had always thought that he'd express his anger at his father by socking him in the stomach. Now, face to face with him, Rivers' feelings are more complicated than he'd imagined. Will the reappearance of his dad affect his relationship with Uncle Daddy? This heart-felt story, told from the point of view of a nine-and-a-half-year-old boy, is filled with insight and touches of humor.

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Ralph Fletcher is the author of many highly-acclaimed books-from picture books, the illustrated chapter book Tommy Trouble and the Magic Marble, to poetry collections for teenagers and writing instruction guides for teachers. His previous novels for middle-grade readers include Flying Solo, Spider Boy and Fig Pudding. Ralph lives with his family in New Hampshire.

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Gr. 4-6. Nine-year-old Rivers' family configuration lacks a biological father, but "Uncle Daddy," his mother's uncle, is a loving, fun, and very active father substitute. When Rivers' dad, who went out for a pizza six years ago and never came back, shows up unexpectedly, Rivers, his mother, and Uncle Daddy are shocked, angry, confused and unsure as to how to open the family circle wider, or indeed, if they should accept the renegade dad. Uncle Daddy suffers a near-fatal heart attack, and Rivers' parents come together in support of their boy and his great uncle and begin a more healthy relationship together. The happy ending is rather quickly resolved, but the issues of resentment and forgiveness are beautifully handled. Rivers' parents are wonderfully drawn, warts and all. This refreshingly gentle and reassuring portrait of family dynamics will appeal to those who eschew grim contemporary realism. Debbie Carton
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Gr 4-6-A reassuring picture of forgiveness and acceptance within a family. Rivers has been raised by his mother and great-uncle, "Uncle Daddy," ever since his father went out to get a pizza and never came back. The boy's life is fairly typical of that of other nine-year-olds-until his father returns after a six-year absence. Then, anger, resentment, confusion, insecurity, and torn loyalties threaten to overwhelm the family. When Uncle Daddy suffers a near-fatal heart attack, Rivers and his parents come together in support and concern and the older man's physical healing parallels the relatives' emotional healing. The one-big-happy-family conclusion may come about a bit too quickly to be completely convincing, but youngsters will welcome it. While Uncle Daddy seems too good to be true, Rivers's parents are more multidimensional characters and the child's interactions with friends and his conflicted emotions concerning his father are portrayed realistically. This is not a first purchase, but it will appeal to readers who want an alternative to the grim realism of much contemporary fiction.-Heide Piehler, Shorewood Public Library, WI

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1.
MEMORY BOOK
Uncle Daddy and I are out hiking through the woods. We’re surrounded by pine trees so dense the forest seems almost gloomy. But a bit farther the path opens into a sunny little meadow. We have to stop a minute, blinking, letting our eyes get used to the light. He notices something and stops to look at some wild-flowers.
“Trillium,” he says, and picks one.
A little farther he bends down again.
“These are jack-in-the-pulpit.”
Back home Uncle Daddy takes a book down from a shelf in his room. It’s a humongous dictionary, the kind you might see in a library. This monster must weigh at least twenty pounds. It’s a foot thick, and it’s got two thousand and twenty-three pages in it. Those last twenty-three pages really kill me. I mean, they could’ve just called it quits at an even two thousand. But no! They just had to give you those extra twenty-three pages, as if you didn’t already have more words than any one person could possibly use.
Uncle Daddy opens the dictionary. He flips through the pages until he finds jack-in-the-pulpit . He puts the jack-in-the-pulpit blossom into the book, right next to the word. Then he finds the word trillium and tucks the yellow blossom into the book, right next to that word.
“Trillium,” I say. “That sounds more like a song than a flower.”
“Or a radioactive element,” Uncle Daddy says, smiling.

 
I was in first grade the first time I saw Uncle Daddy open the big book. That day he put a salt-water taffy wrapper (he had just taken me to visit a candy factory) next to the word taffy.
“Why are you doing that?” I asked him.
“I’m going to use this dictionary like a memory book,” he explained. “Someday, when you’re all grown up, you’ll open this book to look up a word and you’ll find this stuff.”
Since then I’ve seen him do the same thing a hundred times. After we go to the circus, he puts one of the ticket stubs next to the word circus. A bright autumn leaf goes in the M’s, next to the word maple. In the past few years he’s saved so much stuff in that dictionary that it’s pretty lumpy. Now he closes the huge book, hoists it up, and puts it back on the shelf.
“Someday you’ll open this book and all these little things will remind you of all the fun we’ve had together.” He smiles at me. “And you’ll remember me.”
As if I could forget him.
Copyright © 2001 by Ralph Fletcher All rights reserved.

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