Miss Snark, Literary Agent
Mayor Mike's Metropolis
Bahamas (don't I wish!)
Dear Miss Snark:
Amy Wilson loves her new baby sister, Berry. She loves her family, her Father and Mother, sister Kirsten and brothers James and Samuel. But life as a pioneer family is not easy. Especially when the new member is handicapped by Down's syndrome. My story is about a close-knit pioneer family that must learn to deal with the challenges of a Down's syndrome child while also struggling to make it day-by-day in a time when there were no modern conveniences or help with their new child's handicap. It is told from the perspective of Amy, the older sister. Amy may not understand why her new baby sister is the way she is, or how she can make the best of this situation in her family's circumstances, but Amy knows that she loves Berry unconditionally, and that Berry loves her back the same way.
I am a twelve year old girl. The inspiration for "Berry's Patch" comes from my own world. I live in the country, and although I do not have a brother or sister that is handicapped like Berry, I do have a close family member with this disability. I am touched by that person's ability to love unconditionally, no matter what the circumstances, and I wanted to write a story exploring that ability.
I have enclosed the beginning of the story. Thank you for your time and consideration.
Miss Snark does not have a license to deal with impressionable youth who may be led astray watch her swill gin, dress poodles and smoke Turkish cigarettes in waterfront dives so any query from the younger is set is immediately rejected.
Also, pioneer families did not use the term Down's Syndrome although the Down for whom it is named did first describe it in 1866.
(Dear Ms. Snark, I am Katie's father, and although I did help her with this query letter, the story is all hers) yea, she got my name right, you didn't, give that girl a raise in her allowance.
I can still remember the days when my brothers and sisters and I were young; when we used to take off our clothes and jump into the creek. Then, Mama would take us in and we’d take turns soaking in the barrel filled with hot, steamy water. We’d dry off and feel refreshed and nice. My older brothers, James and Samuel, and I would get dressed and go into the wheat field with three huge buckets and pick almost all the wild blackberries that grew behind the tall grass. The buckets would be filled, and then we’d rush inside and my sister Kirsten and I would help Mama make some of her delicious blackberry cobbler. When it was finally done, Mama would cut it into sections and give us children a slice on her best plates. We’d sip hot milk with it by the fire. Kirsten didn’t like the bread with it, so she’d just pick out the blackberries and eat them. She’d hand the bread to me, and I would wolf it down quickly and wash it down with the last bit of my mil k.
Nowadays, since we're older, I, Amy Wilson, and the rest of us help Mama and Papa. James, who’s fourteen, and Samuel, who’s twelve, go off with Papa hunting for bear, deer, and wild boar for us to eat and save for winter, which is coming soon. Kirsten and I stay home and clean and care for Mama, because Mama’s fixing to have herself another baby any day now. Her stomach’s so big now. Kirsten and I say she’s as big as a cow in private.
My sister Kirsten is eight, and I’m eleven. She can’t help as much as I can yet, but she goes out and feeds Jack and Bessy, our two cows, and helps me clean the house. Mostly, she’s stays by Mama’s bedside and keeps her company.
I'm not making any comments on the work of a kid other than to say I laud your efforts and encourage you to keep it up. Read a lot. I loved Caddie Woodlawn and Across Five Aprils. Of course Gone With the Wind was my favorite novel for years. Forget the movie, read the book.