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While the truth of Christoper Columbus and his mark on his history isn't pleasant, children must know the truth about him and his actions.

Synopsis

A normal day of hide-and-seek turns into a discovery of a lifetime when five young friends are transported back in time after finding a secret clubhouse at the top of a sycamore tree. Dubbing themselves the Tree House Club, Ashley, Emma, Keith, Aaron, and Harry learn that events of the past didn't necessarily unfold the way they learned in school.

The treehouse has magical abilities that take Ashley and her friends to Guanahani in 1492, a time the kids requested to witness Christopher Columbus arrive on his voyage to the New World. There the friends meet the kind Taino Lukku-Cairo tribespeople who welcome their new visitors with food and gifts.

It isn't long before the Taino chief, Tiburon, and the Tree House Club friends see three sailing ships approaching. The kids realize it is the famed explorer, Christopher Columbus, who quickly makes his claim for the Taino's native land for the Queen of Spain. The kids soon learn that what their history books did not teach them was Columbus's greedy intentions and poor treatment of the Taino people. But the children's friendships with the Taino endanger their lives from the European colonists. Will the treehouse save them in time?

Imagine, if you will, casually playing hide-and-seek with your best chums when the unexplainable, the imaginable, occur. One moment, you're seeking a prime hiding spot; the next, a ladder appears out of nowhere, leading to an extraordinary treehouse. Five best friends entered the treehouse and noticed that the interior didn't measure up to its exterior. Looks were truly deceiving. While that alone would boggle anyone's mind, what happened next shook them— literally. As if the treehouse comprehended Harry's question of who built this home, it answered him by transporting all five friends into the past. Floor shaking. Lights flashing. The experience was disorienting, but it didn't negate they were, in fact, in the past. They were observers of the events unfolding, frozen and scared about what they witnessed. Their first trip to the past was short-lived, but they did manage to time travel again and again.


The group chose many points in history to visit. Their brief time at the Alamo in 1936 was frightening. War is never a pleasant experience for any age. But, a bright spot came out of the adventure; they met Davy Crockett. Since their second trip was quite jarring, they decided to do more research before they haphazardly asked the treehouse to work its magic. Great idea. Their next trip had them setting sail to the time of the infamous Christopher Columbus. Young readers will learn interesting information about the explorer as the group discloses what they learned during their research. 


Readers will enjoy how this journey differed from the other voyages. This time, the five friends were active participants in the past. They looked like they belonged. They walked around the village. They could smell the flowers and food. They had the fortunate opportunity to touch hand-crafted objects displayed in modern-day museums behind touchless glass. They also spoke to the Native Americans and bore witness to the arrival of Christopher Columbus. 


Many revere Christopher Columbus, but they shouldn't. Find Me In Time: Meeting Columbus shows the truth about the explorer. He did not respect the natives or their land. He devastated their land, destroyed the natives' way of life, and was a brute. When the children revisited the Taino tribe, they were stunned by what Christopher Columbus and the colonists did to the tribespeople and their home. The children can't fathom why we still celebrate this man, and I don't either.


While the truth of Christoper Columbus and his mark on his history isn't pleasant, children must know the truth about him and his actions. 


The story concludes with possible more journeys ahead, even to outer space. I can't wait to read that one! 


I concur with Amazon's recommended reading age of 6-11 years. 



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Synopsis

A normal day of hide-and-seek turns into a discovery of a lifetime when five young friends are transported back in time after finding a secret clubhouse at the top of a sycamore tree. Dubbing themselves the Tree House Club, Ashley, Emma, Keith, Aaron, and Harry learn that events of the past didn't necessarily unfold the way they learned in school.

The treehouse has magical abilities that take Ashley and her friends to Guanahani in 1492, a time the kids requested to witness Christopher Columbus arrive on his voyage to the New World. There the friends meet the kind Taino Lukku-Cairo tribespeople who welcome their new visitors with food and gifts.

It isn't long before the Taino chief, Tiburon, and the Tree House Club friends see three sailing ships approaching. The kids realize it is the famed explorer, Christopher Columbus, who quickly makes his claim for the Taino's native land for the Queen of Spain. The kids soon learn that what their history books did not teach them was Columbus's greedy intentions and poor treatment of the Taino people. But the children's friendships with the Taino endanger their lives from the European colonists. Will the treehouse save them in time?

Discovery

I was sure Harry had been right in front of us as we ran into the clearing, but now he was nowhere to be seen. As usual, we were playing after school in our favorite part of the woods.

“This is weird!” said Keith. “He was right there!” He ran his hand through his buzz-cut Afro, and I noticed his fashionable shirt had come untucked as he spun.

“I know,” Emma replied, “it’s as if he’s disappeared into thin air!” She tucked her clean thrift-store skirt behind her knees as she bent to look under a bush, careful not to snag her tidy blonde hair.

“Unlikely!” snorted Aaron, wiping his palms on his old jeans, leaving smears of dust. “Harry’s too, um, solid to sud- denly become invisible!”

“Aaron, that’s not kind!” said Emma, just as another voice exclaimed, “Hey!”

Harry’s voice!

“Harry?!” we all shouted at once.

“Ye-es?” replied the voice, teasingly.

“Where are you? We can’t see you!” I called.

There was no reply apart from a quiet snicker. I felt gooseflesh creep up my arms and the back of my neck, and I wished I had brought my hoodie to hug close. “Er, guys, this really is weird,” I said. “How are we hearing him and not seeing him?”

Emma used her stern voice, “Harry, you’re creeping Ashley out. Come out from wherever you’re hiding.”

“Oh, OK, you guys. Disculpa, Ash,” came the voice again. I smiled at his choice to use Spanish to apologize. My friends were so considerate of my Puerto Rican heritage, but I still didn’t have a clue where Harry could be. “Up here!” he said, and we looked up into the branches of the big old sycamore tree to see Harry’s freckled face grinning down at us between the early summer leaves.

“But how —?” began Keith as we all stared, open-mouthed.

“You’ll never guess what I found,” said Harry, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “It’s awesome! Look around the other side of the tree.”

We trooped around the tree and saw a long ladder reaching up into the branches.

But we know this place,” said Aaron, shoving his messy mop of hair from his pale forehead, “and that’s never been there before.”

“And it looks old,” Keith mused, “like it’s been there a long time.”

Keith was right. The ladder looked sturdy enough, but it was gnarled with age, and creepers had grown around some of the lower rungs.

“Come on up,” said Harry. “You’ll never believe what’s up here!”

Keith went first, followed by Emma and me, then Aaron. When we reached a platform at the top of the ladder, we found Harry standing in front of a small treehouse.

“Welcome, my friends,” he started in his best showman’s voice, “to a wonder you will never forget!”

“How the—,” “But—,” “We’d have—,” we all started saying at once.

“There’s more,” said Harry. “Come inside!”

“Huh?” said Aaron, flipping his hair out of his eyes. “I’m no scientist, but I can tell you that we won’t all fit in there!”

“He’s right, Harry,” I said softly. “Maybe we can go one at a time.”

“OK,” replied Harry, wiggling his eyebrows mysteriously, “but I think you’ll be surprised.” And with that, he disappeared into the treehouse.

Keith followed, and we heard him exclaim, “Wow! He’s right—you really need to see this, guys!”

We looked at each other hesitantly, then followed Keith through the doorway.

I had to touch the wall nearest me for balance as I tried to get my head around what I was seeing. The inside of the treehouse was huge! As big as our garage, at least! My neck prickled again, but I was more excited than spooked.

“This isn’t,” I started, “I mean, this is... like, magic, right?” “It’s gotta be,” breathed Keith.

“I can’t think of any rational explanation,” said Emma. “How did you find it, Harry?” asked Aaron, looking slightly dazed.

“Well, it was my turn to hide, remember?” started Harry.

“And I ran into the clearing. I thought I’d hide in the bushes, but there were ants and bugs all over them, so I ran behind the tree. I closed my eyes, just for a second, and I thought, ‘Please, please, don’t let them find me,’ and when I looked, the ladder was...just there in front of me. So I climbed up and found this place. Then you guys came, and you couldn’t see me or the ladder.” He giggled. “It was cool!”

We looked around the huge room. It was impossible that it could be this big, yet it was. It seemed to stretch way beyond the branches of the old sycamore tree. The floor and walls were made of long planks of wood. There were a few cobwebs in the corners, and it smelled like dust and stale air.

There were four windows, one on each side, all looking out onto thick leaves and branches. Pushing his head through one, Keith exclaimed, “There’s a kind of platform all the way around the edge! How is that even possible?”

The rest of us clustered around him to look out. Then Emma went to the doorway and disappeared outside. Two seconds later, she stood on the other side of the window.

“It’s, um, small again on the outside,” she murmured, sounding far less certain than she usually did.

“OK, this is cool!” Aaron declared. “This is seriously cool.” “What is this place?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” shrugged Keith, “but it doesn’t look like anyone’s been here in a long time.”

“So now it’s ours!” said Harry.

Emma came back in, and we all took a turn going outside onto the platform and walking around the treehouse. From the outside, it was the size of a small toolshed. Inside, it really was as big as a double garage. It made me feel dizzy stepping in and out, so I went in and sat in the middle of the floor.

Soon the others joined me. We were all delighted with our discovery and started discussing how we could make it feel more like our place. I thought we could maybe haul some beanbags up, and Emma suggested bringing cooler boxes for food and drinks.

We were all making suggestions at once, laughing and joking, slightly breathlessly, when Harry blurted out, “You know what I’d really like to do? I’d like to find out when thisplace was built. I wish I knew who built it!”

As Harry spoke, the floor of the treehouse began to vibrate. We looked at each other, wide-eyed. I felt a falling motion in my stomach, and I let out a little scream.

“Oh no!” gasped Keith, “It’s going to—”

But he didn’t get to finish what he was saying because just then something happened that would change our lives forever.

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As a teacher and writer, L.T.’s goal is to educate students in a fun way about people in history who are often not mentioned in textbooks and explore the many conflicting versions of history. view profile

Published on April 18, 2023

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Genre:Historical Fiction

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