Books with title Years of Dust: The Story of the Dust Bowl

In the 1930's, great rolling walls of dust swept across the Great Plains. The storms buried crops, blinded animals, and suffocated children. It was a catastrophe that would change the course of American history as people struggled to survive in this hostile environment, or took the the roads as Dust Bowl refugees.Here, in riveting, accessible prose, and illustrated with moving historical quotations and photographs, acclaimed historian Albert Marrin explains the causes behind the disaster and investigates the Dust Bowl's imact on the land and the people. Both a tale of natural destruction and a tribute to those who refused to give up, this is a beautiful exploration of an important time in our country's past.

Before global warming, there was dust. In the 1930s, dangerous black storms swept through the Great Plains. Created by drought and reckless farming, these lethal storms were part of an environmental, economic, and human catastrophe that changed the course of American history. In riveting, accessible prose, an acclaimed historian explains the causes behind the disaster and explores the Dust Bowl's impact, from a rich cultural legacy to the visionary conservation that would finally offer hope to the Plains.

It's the STORY OF THE YEAR! The monster "Year" is filled with loneliness. On the coldest day of the winter, he flees from his mountain-top home and goes down to the village to terrify and catch people who are just as lonely. How do people scare the monster away and keep their loneliness at bay? What can they do to celebrate the new year? This lively tale shares the origins of Chinese New Year and the ways people can embrace new beginnings and make friends with a new year. The humorous illustrations will warm the hearts of young and old alike. Hardcover, 40 pages English (Chinese translation available for download)

Excerpt from The Story of Sixty YearsThe stream of Life flows grandly on,A casket's on its bosom borne;And ere its mental life hath flown,'Twill weave a tale strange and forlorn.In the flowery month of May on the 8th day, 1842 a tiny bark of life was successfully launched.The travail of that truly christian mother must have been mitigated by the fact that it was a son; the effect on the paternal side I have forgotten, if told. This infant was very precocious, and at about two years of age it followed it's eldest sister to the spring, and in attempting to cross a footlog on the branch, clinging on to the skirt of her dress, in the rear, it made a misstep and fell into the water, her screams brought an old negress to the rescue, who leaped into the stream, and grasping the drowning child, held it at arms length above the surface as she sunk beneath its liquid depths, their combined screams brought several lusty, stalwart negroes worging near by, who soon rescued them from a watery grave. (This child commences treasuring in its young and pure heart a warm affection for the negro race.) During about the third year of it's young life the same sister took it to Sabbath school with her, leaving it on the outside with the other children and their nurses, while she was rehearsing her Sabbath school lessons; in all probability became miffed at some slight occurrence and started for home alone. As the primeval forests in this beautiful valley were almost in their pristine loveliness; as the red man had only six years previously left his native haunts and journeyed to the far west; and the ax of the pioneer had only felled small patches of timber here and there; the child missed its way, and taking a well beaten road where timbers for building purposes and rails for fencing were hauled after being selected out of the trackless forests, wandered into their wild depths near 10 o'clock a. m. The Sabbath school being over, the sister missing her…