“A Tale for Easter”

By Tasha Tudor

Softly tinted trademark drawings, enhanced by a dreamlike quality, are the hallmarks of this classic 1941 Tasha Tudor tale of a young girl’s run up to Easter.

Ms. Tudor, known for her pastels celebrating the joys of her rural childhood, beginning with her 1938 Pumpkin Moonshine, with its family-centered celebrations, and the winning of two Caldecott Honor book designations for Mother Goose  in 1945 and 1 is One in 1956, continues here, with family-centered freshness in A Tale for Easter.

Ms. Tudor spent her life as an artist celebrating the wildlife, landscape and traditions of her own childhood.

And through her ninety some books, she has shared it with generations of readers that perhaps, by osmosis, long to soak in a  simpler time and place that this artist captures with both sweetness and an unashamed sentiment.

In A Tale for Easter, amid a pastoral setting, young readers may peek at a tousle-haired young lady’s gently soothing interactions with nearby chickens that are given a special request for the day before Easter:

              On Saturday, you go and ask

              the chickens to lay you

              plenty of Easter eggs.

 

And there are hints of traditions that are part of the preparation for Easter that signals its nearness:

              It is only when Good Friday

              comes, and you have hot cross

              buns for tea, that you know for

              certain Easter will be the day after 

              tomorrow.

 

There is a childlike happiness and quiet calm in this young lady’s unfettered and innocent view of the burgeoning new life that surrounds author, Tasha Tudor’s look here at spring, and the holy day ahead.  

My very favorite part is the dreamlike sequence in which the young girl has the “loveliest of dreams,” with a wee fawn conveying her lightly on a springtime journey, taking in looks at leaping lambs, restful rabbits, gamboling ducks, and a host of tinted yellow, spring blossoming flowers.

If this was indeed what Tasha Tudor’s rural New Hampshire childhood was like in 1941, perhaps we need to allow our own children an imaginative picture book look back to a simpler time when the arrival of spring, its celebrations of new life abounding in nature, and the family traditions surrounding the observing of holy days may be looked at again with the fresh eyes of a new generation of readers.

It’s a classic Easter read not to be missed.

And, in this time of social-distancing, with perhaps a hold put on family celebrations this Easter, I can think of no better gift to young ones than a copy of this sent to a young reader…or better yet two copies; one for you to read and one for you to read over the phone or by Skype, right along their own copy.

It makes for a soothing spring-like leap into Easter.