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written by Maryann N. Weidt
illustrated by Henri Sorensen
reissued by Windward Publishing Company, 2004
ISBN 0-8931-7060-7, paperback

From chasing mourning doves across shafts of sunlight to swinging from a rope into a featherbed of hay to playing hide-and-seek between the cows, this is a book filled with the special pleasures of a country child and with the special love for Daddy known to every child.

This book is so close to my heart that for a long time whenever I read it to school classes, my voice would crack at the end. This is a story about love between a father and his daughter. And, it won a Minnesota Book Award.

For school, library, or bookstore orders, please contact:
Windward Publishing Co., 800-846-7027 or
www.finney-hobar.com.

Find my book on the Reading with Dad Booklist,
published by The Minnesota Humanities Commission.

There's a reading guide for Daddy on the Minnesota Storytime website.

"Weidt's book captures the textures of growing up on a farm... language is wonderfully simple and infused with the rhythm of country music. The illustrations...have the hazy look of treasured snapshots. Lovely."

"Minnesota native, Maryann Weidt, presents America's heartland with a loving tribute. Daddy Played Music for the Cows is a frolic through a farm girl's memories of happy times spent with her father and her cows. The sumptuous text and dreamy illustrations will lift your spirits and send you nose-diving into a farm-fresh cow pie. (In a good way.)"

This joyous paean to cows and farm life is undergirded by constant music: cowboy songs and yodeling on the radio, the cooing of doves, and a child singing loudly and happily. Lush double-page spreads show the girl and her experiences spending time with her dad as she grows from babyhood to about 11. In the barn, richly evoked by watercolors in hues of ochre, mahogany, and gold, the Guernsey cows chew patiently while Daddy milks. This glimpse of a perhaps forgotten era, with milking machines and the passing of playing cowgirls, nonetheless evokes the warmth and satisfaction of farm life and will strike a chord with some rural readers while showing urban readers why someone might love being where "...the air smelled of wet cows and steaming manure."

Me and my dad on our farm.

Me on my first day of school.

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