Ireentje Learns the Hard Way

Have you ever chewed gum you found on the playground? Played in a ditch where wolves roam? Skated in the backyard? Sold driveway stones? Had a bird poop on your head? Fed chipmunks from your hand? Been mean? Told a whopper? Learned the hard way? Ireentje has. She is the eldest child of Dutch immigrants to Canada in the days before computers, cell phones, or child car seats, and her adventures are designed to be read as a novel by older children. The chapters are also suitable for use as gentle stand-alone stories for bedtime reading to those who are younger. Some stories have a moral; some do not. Some are humorous, and some are not so much. But, children always say, “Read me another chapter!”

Chapter 16: Yummy Bubble Gum

It was Fall. The leaves were orange and red and yellow and the air was crisp. Mommy told Ireentje that, at six, she was now old enough to go to big girl’s school. No more nursery or kindergarten.

She bought her a new shirt and skirt, knee socks, new shoes, pencils, paper, a lunch box with Minnie Mouse on it, and a school bag. It was so exciting! 

On the first day of school, Mommy, Robbie, and Ireentje set out. The school was a long way away, about two miles, so they had to leave early. Since the town was small, there was no school bus. They walked down the road, turned right past the high school, turned left, and walked and walked and walked. Finally, Ireentje heard happy shouting and she knew that they were there. 

Just then, the whistle blew. Mommy told Ireentje that meant the children should line up by the door to their classroom. She helped Ireentje find the right door, kissed her good-bye, and left. She said she would come back to pick Ireentje up for lunch.

Ireentje was a little nervous. Although the other children her age were going into first grade, because Ireentje could read, the teachers had decided she would be happier in second grade. That meant she would be leaving all her friends behind. 

Besides, she wondered, were the teachers right? Would she be able to do second grade work? Daddy had told her that she was smart and should be able to get most of the answers right in math. But, what if she couldn’t? What then?

Finally, the line was allowed to go in. The teachers told the children where to hang their coats and made them sit in alphabetical order. Ireentje found herself next to a girl with skin the color of milky coffee, a round face, and straight black hair, Debbie. The girl smiled at her, and her black eyes sparkled. The teacher passed out paper and pencils, and the day started. Ireentje often felt a little nervous, but every time she looked at Debbie, she felt better. 

At the first recess, Debbie reached out and grabbed Ireentje’s hand. “Come on, let’s get the teeter totter (see-saw) before anyone else does!” The girls ran and got there first. Then, they played on the jungle gym. By the time the bell rang, Ireentje and Debbie were best friends. Whenever they could, they played together, sat together, ate together, and giggled together.

But, I need to tell you something bad. Are you ready? They also got in trouble together. Shall I tell you about it? Are you sure?

Well, one day, Ireentje and Debbie were talking about how much they wanted to try bubble gum. Their parents wouldn’t buy gum, so they were planning how they might get some themselves.

They’d seen other children chewing it, but their mommies and daddies told them that it was a “disgusting habit” and wouldn’t even let them try. Can you imagine that? How unfair! Ireentje’s daddy even said that people chewing gum looked like cows. Ireentje didn’t agree. She thought they looked cool.

Just then, Ireentje and Debbie looked down and saw a piece of gum stuck to the ground. No one had stepped on it, so it looked pretty clean. It was pink and looked delicious.

Debbie bent down and pried it off the ground with her fingernail. Ireentje remembered that her mommy never let her pick up gum. She said it was germy.

“No problem,” said Debbie, “We’ll take it into the washroom and wash it.”

Ireentje was a little worried about if that would work. But, after they had stretched it and washed it, and stretched it again, and washed it again, she figured that it’d be ok. They divided the gum in half and each girl began to chew.

It tasted so good and Ireentje knew, just knew, that they looked really cool. She chewed with her mouth open, so that people could see just how cool she was. 

The bell rang, and the girls went in to class. They remembered that gum was against the rules, but figured that, if they didn’t chew, but just sucked, the gum, the teacher wouldn’t know. They were wrong.

Only a few minutes had passed when the teacher asked Ireentje what she had in her mouth. “Nothing,” she lied.

“Open your mouth,” said the teacher.

Ireentje quickly pushed the gum under her tongue and opened her mouth. “Lift your tongue,” said the teacher.

Ireentje quickly closed her mouth, and did something very bad. She said, “No!” to her teacher. 

One of the boys, who had seen her chewing in the playground, told the teacher what Ireentje was hiding. The teacher held out her hand, “Spit it out.”

Ireentje did. The boy then told the teacher that Debbie had some, too, so the teacher took hers, as well. 

Ireentje was so sad. She and Debbie had talked about keeping the gum on their bedposts, so it would last for a week. Now it was gone.

Ireentje and Debbie were sent to the principal’s office. There, they had to tell the whole story of how they were breaking school rules by chewing in class and where they got the gum. The principal told them that, not only were they going to be punished for chewing in class, their parents were going to be called! 

When their mommies arrived, poor Ireentje and Debbie got in trouble again. And, when their daddies got home, they got in trouble again.

They went to bed very sorry about chewing gum in class, and even more sorry about getting it off the ground. Yuck!! You can be sure that they never did that again.

Overview 

35 Chapters

163 Pages

The Dutch couple arrived in Canada, not speaking English, expecting a baby, with neither job nor home and only $30 to their name. Hard work, courage, determination, and a useful coincidence or two carried them through. But then, a strong-willed, analytical, but sensitive, child, Ireentje, joined their family.  A much greater challenge. This is her story.  

While Ireentje is very small, the young reader will enjoy how the new, loud, baby makes her presence felt in the family and neighborhood. When Ireentje becomes a toddler, they will chuckle at her self-confidence, may identify with her worries about a new brother, and will definitely disapprove of her methods for dealing with him. They will gain insight into life in Canada over 50 years ago as Ireentje is threatened by wolves, skates in the backyard, walks on top of snow, feeds chipmunks, and is frightened by bears. They will enjoy the humor of family life when Ireentje’s brother cooks his toys, his bird poops on Daddy’s head, Ireentje’s cat learns that birds are dangerous, and Ireentje finds that no one wants to buy driveway stones. They will learn with Ireentje as she finds out that lies can rebound, discrimination is not cool, teasing is just mean, and disobedience can be dangerous. Perhaps they will learn from the consequences of some of her choices.

Through the delightful series of mini-chapters, all of which tell a gentle, stand-alone story, children between five and ten-years-old and their parents can get to know this second-generation immigrant child. Moreover, the anecdotes will enhance education as they teach about life in a different country, and a previous era, before the invention of iPhones, microwaves, and diet soda. The young readers will find themselves moving between chuckles, embarrassment, amazement and understanding, as they witness someone who is entirely herself growing up whilst remaining just herself.  By the end, they will want to meet the passionate free spirit who is Ireentje.

A year or two after my first grandchild was born, ten years ago, I began hearing requests to, “tell me a story.” Now, with seven grandchildren, the demands have become continual. Stories about my childhood, the adventures of Ireentje, are their favorites, closely followed by tales of the exploits of my dog! When I wrote the first draft of this book, some of my grandchildren built a fort, had me join them inside, gave me a pad of paper and a pen, and told me to write the next book, while they listen. Greater commendation I could not dream of. I hope you also will enjoy Ireentje Learns the Hard Way: An Immigrant Child’s Escapades in Canada.

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I just had to let you know how much my 8-yr-old loved the book. I’ve never ever seen her get excited about a book…that is, until she read Ireentje! She even snuck it in her bed last night and stayed up super late to finish it and was practically jumping for joy telling me about it! She absolutely loved it, lights up talking about it.

A mother

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Dan Waldo

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Jane Smith

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