Miss Minerva and William Green Hill is a heartwarming novel by Frances Boyd Calhoun that tells the story of a young orphan boy named William Green Hill and his relationship with his new teacher, Miss Minerva. Set in the early 20th century in a small town in the South, the book explores themes of friendship, family, and the importance of education.When William's parents pass away, he is sent to live with his grandfather, who is a stern and unloving man. William is desperate for love and attention, and he finds it in his new ...
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Miss Minerva and William Green Hill is a heartwarming novel by Frances Boyd Calhoun that tells the story of a young orphan boy named William Green Hill and his relationship with his new teacher, Miss Minerva. Set in the early 20th century in a small town in the South, the book explores themes of friendship, family, and the importance of education.When William's parents pass away, he is sent to live with his grandfather, who is a stern and unloving man. William is desperate for love and attention, and he finds it in his new teacher, Miss Minerva. She is kind, patient, and dedicated to her students, and William quickly becomes her favorite.As the school year progresses, Miss Minerva and William develop a special bond. She helps him with his studies, encourages his interests, and teaches him important life lessons. William, in turn, helps Miss Minerva with her own struggles, including a difficult family situation.Throughout the book, the reader watches as William grows and learns, both academically and emotionally. He becomes more confident and self-assured, and he learns to stand up for himself and others. Miss Minerva, too, learns important lessons from William, and together they form a strong and lasting friendship.Overall, Miss Minerva and William Green Hill is a touching and inspiring novel that celebrates the power of education, the importance of relationships, and the resilience of the human spirit.1909. A wonderful, laugh-out-loud book that brings back childhood memories for many. The story is written about a real little boy who lived in Covington, Tennessee. It was written in the dialect of the time but can still be read with enjoyment. The writer of the first volume, Frances Calhoun, died after the completion of the book. The rest of the series was then created by Emma S. Sampson.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
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This book was read to me when I was in the fifth grade. As a result I always wanted to have a black friend. It is no longer P.C. but the story is charming. I wish it could be sanitized and published again.
Bubba
May 27, 2007
Not since me and Wilkes Booth Lincoln been born
As a second grade pupil at E. Rivers Grammar School in Atlanta in 1933, I had Miss Wimberly as my teacher. She read to the class every day while we digested our lunches. I think I remember her reading every word of MISS MINERVA and WILLIAM GREEN HILL. Periodically, I have reread my copy that I probably acquired 50 years ago. With each reading, I have a different perspective. A term for " African-Americans" was used many times and I recall that it was merely a term of identification and never one of derision. On May 4, 1964, I picked up a newspaper in Pueblo, Colorado which gave an account of the finding of a body in an empty railroad coal car on the outskirts of Pueblo. The man was identified as William Green Hill, age 64 . . . penniless and covered with coal dust. When his sister (Mrs. S.A.Hamilton of Covington, Tennessee) was contacted, she reported not having heard of her brother in 15 years. And so, the childhood which Frances Boyd Calhoun had recorded for me in 1909 became the source of sad thoughts. How I wish I had never learned of William Green Hill's sorrowful demise. I would have preferred to remember him as a real, human, lovable little boy. My copy is of the 56th printing with a green dust cover. S. Brewer