Nan Sherwoods Winter Holidays

Nan Sherwood, like all grandmothers loves their family and having them all around at different times of the year. The most festive season of them all, Christmas time is when everyone comes to visit her. Nan Sherwood's winter Holidays tells the story of the families joyful Christmas holidays and the mischief of the young grandchildren.

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In 'Nan Sherwood's Winter Holidays; Or, Rescuing the Runaways' by Annie Roe Carr, readers are immersed in a thrilling narrative filled with adventure and heartwarming moments. The book follows Nan Sherwood as she embarks on a winter holiday filled with unexpected challenges and encounters with runaways in need of help. Carr's literary style is characterized by vivid descriptions, engaging dialogue, and a captivating plot that keeps readers on the edge of their seats. Set in the early 20th century, the book provides readers with a glimpse into the social norms and values of the time, making it a valuable piece of historical fiction.Overall, 'Nan Sherwood's Winter Holidays' is a delightful read that blends elements of mystery, friendship, and courage. Fans of classic children's literature will appreciate Carr's storytelling prowess and the endearing characters she brings to life. With its charming narrative and timeless themes, this book is sure to captivate readers of all ages.

One of a series of books about Nan Sherwood by the popular American author.

One of a series of books about Nan Sherwood by the popular American author.

"Ta-ra! ta-ra! ta-ra-ra-ra! ta-rat! Professor Krenner took the silver bugle from his lips while the strain echoed flatly from the opposite, wooded hill. That hill was the Isle of Hope, a small island of a single eminence lying half a mile off the mainland, and not far north of Freeling. The shore of Lake Huron was sheathed in ice. It was almost Christmas time. Winter had for some weeks held this part of Michigan in an iron grip. The girls of Lakeview Hall were tasting all the joys of winter sports. The cove at the boathouse (this was the building that some of the Lakeview Hall girls had once believed haunted) was now a smooth, well-scraped skating pond. Between the foot of the hill, on the brow of which the professor stood, and the Isle of Hope, the strait was likewise solidly frozen. The bobsled course was down the hill and across the icy track to the shore of the island. Again the professor of mathematics— and architectural drawing— put the key-bugle to his lips and sent the blast echoing over the white waste: Ta-ra! ta-ra! ta-ra-ra-ra! ta-rat![...]"