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A Penny in Time
Anna Bartlett
artwork: Susy Boyer


When Yared's left at his nanna's for a week he feels like running away. He wants to be in his own room, with his football cards and his batman doona, not in the spare room at his nanna's with its blue flowery bedspread and the bookshelf full of old-fashioned girls' adventure stories. He wants his own parents, not his brisk, stern nanna.

But then Yared stumbles upon a box of old coins in his nanna's bedroom and things begin to change. Worlds open up before him and lives are linked across the decades as Yared discovers truths he never knew about history, love and belonging.

Celebrating 100 years since the first Australian penny (1911 - 2011).

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ISBN 9781921479489 (Paperback)
208pp; 125mm x 195mm; Release date: 15 February 2011
Junior Fiction AU $17 NZ
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Reviews

A magic ramble through our history.

Jackie French

Anna Bartlett has captured the everyday adventures of a century of young Australians in vivid prose. The vignettes in A Penny in Time provide windows into the lives of ordinary children whose experiences are part of the rich tapestry of Australian history.

Kirsty Murray

There are a few things that I quickly noted and appreciated about this book. Firstly, I love the Australian history theme. I will personally seek out books about Australian history; it is so interesting and I never stop learning. I think this is an important subject and often not fully explored or appreciated at schools. Secondly, I like the characters. The two main characters, Yared (an adopted Ethiopian boy) and his Nanna, are enjoyably out of the norm. Nanna is quite a firm lady, not your cuddly affectionate type. A tough nut to crack. Yared, who is staying with his Nanna while his parents take a break together to try to work out their marital problems, is having his own problems. He feels misplaced being at his Nanna’s, who as mentioned isn’t exactly comforting, and his school life is unsettling him also, as a teacher has questioned how “Australian” he is, and his cultural origins. For Yared, who knows nothing of Ethiopia, this is confusing and he does not wish to be made to feel like he doesn’t belong. The other great thing about this book is the way Anna Bartlett has made it into a series of short stories within a story. This makes for easy reading and a lovely variety while absorbing the changes throughout our history.  Great for shared reading in the classroom!

A Penny in Time is a journey of  a 1911 Australian penny.  Yared and his Nanna discover that the sharing of stories creates a bond, while also bridging the generation gap. Nanna tells Yared a story before bed each night with the penny as a feature, starting in 1911 and continuing till the devastation of Cyclone Tracy. Each is from a different place in time with a different character, a different family and a different set of circumstances. Well written, entertaining and full of facts; A Penny in Time is a great book for pure enjoyment and the classroom.

Angela Hall, Bug in a Book

Yared was born in Ethiopia, but was adopted by Australian parents. He is Australian, but others find that hard to believe when they see him.

And if he wants some Australian stories to tell, his nanna is just the person to share them with him.

Finding a box of old pennies in his nanna's house, Yared is intrigued by the history and the tales behind the coins.

Each chapter represents another story shared between grandmother and grandson, and each story gives the latter small piece of Australia to hold in his heart.

From the early 1900s through to the 1970s, A Penny in Time shares tales from various times in our country's history. These are stories that will give readers a little insight to life for previous generations - and Yared some stories to tell his naysaying teacher.

A gorgeous collection of stories, intertwined by this one young boy, that will appeal to teenage boys and girls.

Megan Blandford, Kids Book Review

A Penny in Time is a book with many layers. Yared, an adopted Ethiopian boy, struggling to fit into his Australian home and his Nanna, a tough nut with a soft centre, are the central characters around which many narratives of Australia's past are woven. Yared who knows nothing of Ethiopia is confused when his teacher suggests he is not Australian. The class have been sharing stories about their family heritage and Yared has no stories to share. Just who is he and where does he fit?

Spending time with his Nanna, Yared discovers a box of coins in his Nanna's room. Having been forbidden to enter this room he drops the coins at the sound of his Nanna's sharp voice calling him from the hallway. Caught going through her belongings on top of the revelation from his teacher that he is not Australian, Yared dissolves into tears and reveals his problem to Nanna. The two pick up the spilt coins together and as Nanna picks up the final one she tells Yared 'This one could tell you some stories'. The book then revolves around the bedtime stories Nanna tells Yared about the people, places and events to which this 1911 coin has been connected.

From stories such as the selection of the Canberra area told through the children living on land chosen for the ACT, to Charlie, a boy selling papers in the Hobart streets during WW1, or a struggling family during the depression, the book manages to tell the stories of people living during those times and the other periods featured. Each story is complete in itself but together they create a vivid timeline of Australian history and the contexts of the characters within each story.

Bartlett has managed to ensure that each tale is engaging to young readers, while weaving in the history and associated facts. The facts are important to each story but also provide a teacher with points of entry into further discussion in investigating the history of the time. Rather than over-telling each historical story and the central story of Yared, Bartlett leaves much more for the reader to contemplate, investigate and discuss. A thoroughly enjoyable read that embeds well researched history will ensure that A Penny in Time is an essential part of any Australian school library collection.

– Tasmanian History Teachers' Association


Learning about history can be fun, as Yared unexpectedly discovers. He is unhappy when his parents leave him at his Nanna’s house while they take a holiday to sort out problems in their marriage. Although he tries to fit in with his Nanna’s brisk requests and strict routines he is unsettled and fearful of what might happen if his parents decide to separate. To make matters worse, he has a relief teacher who focuses unwanted attention on him when she asks about his ancestors as the class is studying family history. When he asserts that he is Australian although he was born in Ethiopia and adopted by Australian parents, she says that he isn’t.

That afternoon when Yared finds a box of old coins on his nanna’s dressing table, he thinks that he has found a treasure. It is a treasure, but not the kind that he expects. The 1911 penny that catches his eye becomes the focus of a nightly story told by his nanna. The stories surrounding the different owners of the penny span Australian history from Federation through to the 70s. The tales not only bring Yared and his grandmother closer but they also give Yared a feeling of belonging when his grandmother entrusts the penny to him. He knows that other children have held the same penny and ‘lost it, found it, dropped it, picked it up, spent it, saved it, thrown it and held it tightly’. Now it is his.

This book would suit students in upper primary and is a great way to make history more personal and engaging.

Margaret Warner, Buzz Words

A welcome new voice in the genre of Historical Fiction for children. Ms Bartlett writes with confidence and restraint. The historical information never overwhelms the story and the growing relationship between the young protagonist and his grandmother is handled with sympathy and considerable skill.

Children will love these vignettes of life in an Australia long gone, and teachers will find a wealth of ideas and possibilities for expanding on the historical themes. If only learning history had been this much fun in my schooldays.

Deborah Lisson

New novelist Bartlett has cleverly used a copper penny, from early monetary tender to current decimal currency to weave short stories over decades, beginning in 1911 at the time of the new Australian federation, until 1974 when Cyclone Tracy ravaged Darwin on Christmas Day. These are told as nightly bedtime stories by a crusty grandmother to her visiting reluctant grandson, Yared, staying temporarily while his separating parents are on holiday to work out their marital differences. Bartlett writes competently and her research is impressive though it is overwritten at times, and the backstory of why nanna is perennially cranky and that Yared is bullied and unpopular at school is never fully explored, nor if his bickering parents’ problems are ultimately resolved. These vignettes of Australian life through the decades via the humble penny are reinforced with historical end notes to provide further useful information about the changes in Australia over a period of sixty years.

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Anna Bartlett

Anna Bartlett was born in Mount Isa and has lived most of her life in Brisbane. One of her earliest books, called 'The Adventuer', which she wrote and illustrated herself, was awarded an 'excellent' sticker by her Year 2 teacher. Anna went on to complete a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Creative Writing Production at the Queensland University of Technology.

When she's not writing stories, Anna enjoys reading, sport, bushwalking and playing the piano. A Penny in Time is her first novel. She hopes her cousins Bereket and Telile – and lots of other people too – will enjoy it!

 

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Yared scuffed down the hallway, watching his shoes plough through the unruly tufts of the carpet. His schoolbag dragged off one shoulder.

'Through to the kitchen now, Yared,' his nanna said as she strode along in front. 'I've put some afternoon tea out.'

Yared didn't answer but trudged after her, past the patterned wallpaper and the faded flower cross-stitches. He was scowling as he clumped through the doorway to the kitchen. It smelled of porridge, and Yared didn't like porridge. On the table that was squeezed into the middle of the room were two empty plates and a glass jar half full of biscuits.

'Put your bag down and come and sit up,' his nanna said, turning on the electric jug.

Yared let his bag slide off his shoulder and fall to the lino with a thump.

'I said put your bag down, Yared, not drop it. Now sit up, quick smart.'

He flopped onto the chair and sat frowning at his plate. He wished he didn't have to stay at his nanna's – she was so brisk and stern, so different from his mum. He wished his parents had taken him with them. But more than that, he wished he hadn't gone to school today.

'Would you like an Anzac biscuit?' his nanna asked as she unscrewed the lid of the biscuit jar.

'Yeah.'

'Yes please, Nanna.'

'Yes please, Nanna.'

She placed a biscuit in front of him and he slowly picked it up and took a bite. His nanna sat down opposite and Yared could feel her eyes on him as he chewed a mouthful of the crunchy oats.

'Well,' she said, 'how was school today?'

'Bad,' Yared said.

'Why? What happened?'

He scowled and started thumping the wooden chair with the heels of his shoes.

'Now stop that kicking,' said his nanna. 'That's not the way to treat furniture.'

'Why not?' Yared said and kept kicking.

'That's enough, Yared. I said stop it, and I mean it. If you're going to behave this way you can go to your room.'

'It's not my room anyway,' he said. 'It's the spare room.'

His room had his comics and his batman doona and his football cards, not a blue flowery bedspread and a bookshelf full of old-fashioned girls' adventure stories.

'Right, off you go,' his nanna said, rising from her chair and clapping her hands sharply. 'Off to your room until I say you can come out. I'll have no more of this nonsense from you. Go on, quick smart.'

She began moving around the table towards him, so Yared slid off his chair, snatched the biscuit from his plate and ran down the hallway to the spare room.

'And there's no running in the house, thank you Yared,' his nanna called after him.

He hurtled through the doorway and almost tripped on the scruffy rug. Near the window specks of dust were floating through the afternoon sunlight. His bed was neatly made, a folded blue towel lying on the pillow, but it reminded him of Nanna and not of his own house.

Yared lay on his stomach on the hard floorboards and wriggled under the hangings of the bedspread. Under the bed it was dusty and dark and smelled of mosquito coils, but he didn't care. He rolled to face the wall and curled into a ball. He wasn't coming out until Nanna came to find him, and he wasn't saying sorry for kicking the chair. And no matter how hard Nanna tried to make him, he wasn't going to school tomorrow if they had that Mrs Richmond again.

Yared's cheeks grew hot as he remembered what she'd said to him. Ugly old Mrs Richmond with her huge glasses and her teabag smell. He hoped she'd get sick or lose her job, so he'd never have to have her as a supply teacher again.

Yared brushed a dead moth away from his face. It was all because his parents had gone away, he decided. His class was doing a unit on family history and they'd been meant to come to school today ready to talk about their ancestors, but with all the fuss at home last night Yared had forgotten. When Jayde, the girl next to Yared, had finished her turn, he hadn't known what to say.

Mrs Richmond had been standing up the front near the board. 'Next boy,' she said. 'Boy with the curly black hair.'

'Um…' Yared said.

'Come on then,' said Mrs Richmond. 'You'll obviously have a lot to tell us.'

'Um…' Yared said, confused. 'Why?'

'Well you're not Australian. You must have some interesting stories about your ancestors.'

Yared's face grew hot and he started to feel sick in the stomach. 'I am Australian,' he said.

Mrs Richmond glanced around at the class before looking back to Yared. 'Oh?' she said. 'Where are your parents from then?'

'Australia,' Yared said.

'Well of course they live here now,' she said, 'but where did they come from before that?'

Yared heard Lincoln start laughing in the row behind him and he dropped his head. 'They're just Australian,' he said.

Yared was used to people's surprise when they first saw him with his parents; he'd been adopted from Ethiopia, so he had dark skin and hair and didn't look anything like his family. His cousin Max found it funny when people wouldn't believe they were related, and normally Yared didn't mind much.

But no-one had ever tried to tell him he wasn't Australian before. Even though he'd been born in Ethiopia, he didn't feel Ethiopian. He'd seen pictures of the country but he couldn't speak Amharic and he couldn't remember living there. His mum bought pancake-like injera every year for Ethiopian Christmas – they'd tried cooking it once, but it had gone all rubbery – but that was just for fun. His parents were Australian, his grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles were Australian, and he'd always thought he was Australian too.

Yared started nibbling at the Anzac biscuit clenched in his fist. He wished his mum was here; she always knew how to make things better. She didn't yell at him like Nanna did. He frowned at the wall in front of him, which was a blotchy grey in the low light. Nanna never cared about him, he thought.

When they came over for dinner she always sent him to watch boring children's videos while the grown-ups sat and talked. Stupid Thomas the Tank Engine, Yared thought. At least at Aunty Kat and Uncle Michael's he could play with Max and Tameika.

The feathery strands of dust on the skirting board wriggled like the tentacles of a sea anemone every time Yared breathed. He swiped a finger along the board, bulldozing the dust into a browny-grey heap, and rolled onto his back. It wasn't fair that he had to stay at Nanna's, he thought. It wasn't fair that his parents were on holidays without him. If they'd just stay friends instead of shouting all the time then they wouldn't need to go away together.

Yared turned his head to look out at the room. Through the gap beneath the bedspread he could see the bottom few centimetres of everything – the legs of the bedside table, the lowest shelf of thick-paged old adventure stories, and sitting in front of the wardrobe the scuffed wheels of his dad's second-biggest suitcase. He wondered what would happen if his parents weren't friends by the time they came back from holidays. He didn't know who he'd live with if they stopped being married; his mum said they both still loved each other, but sometimes he wasn't sure. Sometimes he wasn't sure if they still loved him. After all, they'd left him at Nanna's.

Yared frowned. Where was Nanna, anyway? He wasn't going to wait under the bed forever. He wormed out, brushed the dust from his clothes and crept to the door. When he glanced down the hallway there was no sign of movement. Well, thought Yared, he'd had enough of that room. He was going to see what else was happening.

He tiptoed through the doorway and down the passage, moving as quietly as he could. When he reached his nanna's room he stopped and pressed himself against the wall, then took a deep breath and peeked inside. The room looked empty: just the big double bed, the cluttered dressing table and the old wooden wardrobe. Yared bit his lip. He'd never been in there before; Nanna wouldn't let him. He took another deep breath, glanced up and down the hallway and crept into the room.

The faded lace curtains were blowing inwards and the air smelled of dried flowers and mothballs. Yared inched his way across the room to stand in front of the dressing table, which was covered with clips and hairbrushes, small ornaments and mismatched containers. A glint caught his eye and he reached out a hand for the carved box sitting beside a porcelain ballerina. The box was full of coins that flashed in the sunlight as he stirred them with a finger. They were old – strange-looking coins, Yared thought, like buried treasure from a cave. There were brown ones, tiny silver ones and larger copper-coloured ones. Most of them were tinged with green. Yared's heart started beating faster. Maybe the reason Nanna never let him in here was that she didn't want him seeing her treasure.

'Yared?' came his nanna's sharp voice from the hallway.

He started and the box of coins slipped from his hand and clattered to the floorboards. The coins scattered, clinking and jangling as they rolled in all directions. Yared swallowed and turned to face his nanna.

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