In Brooklyn, there's a garden so small I could
almost put my arms around it: Emily's garden.
I stop to look at it whenever I go back. I
walk from there along
the streets my parents and grandparents must have walked when they were young.
I keep looking up because in front of me is the most beautiful bridge in
Brooklyn Bridge. It's so delicate, so lovely. It's
hard to believe that its hundredth birthday was a
long time ago. It's hard to believe that men scrambled
deep under the East River in caissons to begin that
bridge, that they hung in chairs high overhead to
Water Street because I love Brooklyn and that bridge,
and because a woman named Emily finished the bridge
during a time when women stayed home. But more, I
wrote it because the Mallon family is alive to me:
Nory and Sean, Bird, and Thomas Neary, Bird's friend.
The love they have for each other is like the love
I find every day in my own family. And they remind
me of what it must have been like to live in Brooklyn
in those long ago days when the bridge was being
you enjoy the story of these people. Maybe you'll
go to Brooklyn as I do, and see Emily's garden and
that beautiful bridge.
Patricia Reilly Giff
Its Discovery Week at the Zigzag Afternoon Center! Everyone writes their discoveries on a big sheet of paper in the hallway. But Destiny Washington cant think of anything new to discover. Before she knows it, Destiny has told a BIG whopper. And snooty Gina, whos great at discovering things, knows all about it. Destiny has to find a way out of the whopper. In the end, she makes the best discovery of all.