03x16 - Salma Hayek & Ed Asner

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what's the story amigos this is kino

with some cool stories for today's story

time

first salma hayek reads the story of a

little duck who doesn't like the rain

baby donald she dallied

she pouted and dragged behind

then a book about two very special

people with the same name

this mrs gibson was tall

this mrs gibson was small

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lastly ed asner reads the story of a boy

in the precious

present he receives from his grandpa

everyone agreed

that jake's butterfly seeds were the

best of all

except albert

story time is made possible by the grant

from holland and peterbink

so that families everywhere can share

the joy of reading with their children

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hi oh keno

how are you we were expecting you oh hi

selma

hi hima oh i brought these pictures that

my mom took of you

oh thank you let's see

you know what they're not bad at all

yeah look we're not squinting

we didn't even blink yeah right you

didn't

well thank you that was very sweet of

her and i have something

for your grandfather you do yes

wow what is it

this is my homemade cherry chutney

it's guaranteed to be delicious with

absolutely everything

oh great thanks say do you know what

time it is

one o'clock one o'clock gosh

four more hours till my grandpa gets

here that's almost forever

well i have an idea how about a story

i was just about to read this one to

irma oh sure great

there's nothing like a good story to

help the time fly by

yeah this one here it's called in the

rain

with baby dog it was written by amy hest

and illustrated

by jill barton okay okay

now peep

pet pee pet peter peter pat

oh the rain came down it

poured and poured baby doc was

mad she did not like to walk in the rain

but it was pancake something a dog

family tradition

and baby loved pancakes

and she loved grandpa who was waiting on

the other side of town

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pete pizza packed

you follow us step lively

mr and mrs duck left the house arm in

arm wet feet

whale baby don't dolly deer

don't drag behind called mr duck

wet face powdered baby

water in my eyes mrs duck

pranced a lot see how the rain rolls off

your back

moderate baby not mod mod

don't dawdle dear don't lag behind

mr and mrs doc skipped ahead

they waddled they shimmied

they hopped in all the puddles

baby dawdled she dallied

she pounded and dragged behind

she sang a little song

i do not like this rain one bit

splashing down my neck

baby feathers soaking wet

i do not like this mean all day

are you singing called mr and mrs doug

what a fine thing to do in the rain

baby stop singing

grandpa was waiting at the front door

he put his arm around me

what feet he asked

yes baby said oh

what face grandpa asked

yes baby said

mug grandpa asked

yes baby said mud mud

i'm afraid the rain makes baby cronky

clocked mr duck

i've never heard of a duck who doesn't

like the rain

worried mrs duck

is that a fact grandpa kissed

baby's cheeks grandpa

took baby's hand come with me baby

they went upstairs to the attic

we are looking for a tall green bag

grandpa said finally they found it

inside was a beautiful red umbrella

there were matching boots too

this used to be your mother's grandpa

whispered

a long time ago she was a baby dog

who did not like the rain baby

opened the umbrella the boots were just

the right

size baby and

grump march downstairs

ah boots

cried mrs dub on my bunny umbrella

no mine said baby

oh you look lovely said mrs dog

mr duck with a platter of pancakes on

the tape

and after that baby and grandpa

went outside

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oh the rain came down

it poured and poured baby and grandpa

walked

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they hopped in all the puddles and baby

dog

sang a new song i

really like the rain i love

splashing my umbrella

big red boots on baby feet

i really love this rainy day

and that's the end well that was really

a good story

grandpa duck reminded me of my grandpa

oh really how come well cause grandpa

duck really knew what baby duck needed

so

she could like the rain and my grandpa

really understands me

he knows what i like and he always

thinks of fun things to do

he taught me how to play checkers and he

helps me build my model airplanes

well kino it sounds like you have a

grand grandpa

yeah i sure do what time is it now

it's 1 15. already great

well i've got to go to the story place

thanks a lot for the chumpney

chutney it's like a fruit relish

and you're welcome

right chutney bye salma by irma

hey the chatney

all right

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hi lucy hi talise hi christopher

this thing's heavy what's this oh it's

some chutney from my grandpa

wow well it sure looks good well you

know

you're just in time for a story well

what time is it

oh let's see quarter to two ah

gosh three more hours i'm gonna go

bananas

well i can't wait to see your

grandfather too kano look

let's read this book okay yeah

it'll help the time fly by okay it's

called

two mrs gibson's and the story is by

toyomi igus

with pictures by daryl wells and it's a

true story

okay

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i once knew two mrs gibson's

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this mrs gibson was tall

her skin was the color of chocolate

she was born in america in a place

called

tennessee this mrs gibson was small

her skin was the color of vanilla

she was born in japan in a place called

gifu

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this mrs gibson gave hugs that were like

being

wrapped up in a great big fat

bare skin rug come here and give me some

sugar

she would say this mrs gibson

gave hugs that were like being wrapped

up in a light

down filled comforter at bedtime she'd

stroke my hair

and hamsakura until i fell asleep

this mrs gibson was loud

she had a big laugh and

a big voice which would get

louder when she was angry

or when she was singing and she seemed

to be singing

all the time this little light of mine

i'm gonna let it shine

this mrs gibson was quiet

she would cover her mouth when she

laughed so you could never see her teeth

and when she was

angry she'd get even quieter

this mrs gibson had small hands

that could make the littlest prettiest

strokes of a pen

when she would write our names in

japanese

kumiki akimi

toyomi yoshiteru

this mrs gibson had big

hands they looked like they covered

all the keys on the piano when she

played her favorite spirituals

this little light of mine i'm gonna let

it shine

let it shine let it shine let it shine

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sometimes this mrs gibson

would look kind of sad and then she

would let me dress up in one of the

kimonos she had packed away in an old

trunk

these very special she would say as she

tied the obi

around my waist don't get dirty

the other mrs gibson's clothes were much

too big for me to dress up in

but i like to wear her fancy hats

this is my sunday go to meeting hat

she would say i should take the long

pointy hat pin out of my hand

don't get it dirty now

in the evening in the garden this mrs

gibson

would help me make magical lamps

by catching fireflies and putting them

in a jelly jar

they would glow and glow

and then we'd let them go

later at dinner time this mrs gibson

would make more magic her hands would

turn

little bits of napkins into a whole

flock of

long-necked cranes we would throw them

into the air

where they would fly high and then

flutter down to the ground

happy birds she would always say

this mrs gibson always had a pot of rice

cooking

we would eat it with bits of meat and

vegetables on it

with plenty of shoyu anytime we were

hungry

she could take her long chopsticks and

stir up

dinner in the blink of an eye

this mrs gibson always had a pot of

greens cooking turnip greens

dandelion greens mustard greens from the

garden

everything she cooked seemed to take a

long long time

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this mrs gibson had short curly hair

that she would oil and braid up every

night while she listened to the radial

she liked to braid my hair too but she

would

always give me one big

fat braid that would hang down

over my forehead

i didn't like that braid so i would go

to the other mrs gibson

and she'd take it out this mrs gibson

used to have long stick straight hair

but she cut it short and tried to make

it curly

she said she wanted to be more american

this mrs gibson's other name was kazumi

everyone called her kaz or connie

because they couldn't pronounce

kazoo i called her mommy

because she was my mother

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this mrs gibson's other name was viola

everyone called her vi or reverend

gibson

because she was a church minister i

called her nanny

because she was my grandmother

i once knew two mrs gibsons

they were very different but they had a

lot in common

they both loved my daddy and they both

loved me

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oh i get it the one mrs gibson was her

mom and the other mrs gibson

was her dad's mom her grandmother right

right i love doing stuff with my grandpa

he showed me how to make a real sailboat

out of a piece of paper

it really works i sealed it in the park

what other kinds of things

do your grandparents do for you or with

you

they read to me oh that's

great just like lucy yeah

yeah what else my grandma takes me to go

see your thing

your grandma sings just like the grandma

in this book huh

they share their life with me how do

they do that

like making my favorite food that's a

way to show that they love you huh

whoa look who's here hi everybody

oh hi mr anthony how are you

how you doing fine you know kino

i heard your grandpa is coming today

so i brought a book about a very special

grandfather and the gift that he brought

to his grandson shall i read it sure you

bet

all right go ahead here we go

ready yeah all right

this is the butterfly seeds by mary

watson

here we go

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jake's house was empty except for the

overstuffed trunk in the middle of the

floor

sit on it mama papa instructed

his sisters giggled as they watched mama

bounce up and down

while papa tried to close the latch

but jake just stared out the window

he kept thinking about how much

he would miss grandpa

when grandpa came to say goodbye he

brought presents for everyone

but he gave jake something special

they're butterfly seeds grandpa said

poking around in the little tin box

just plant them in your new garden

and like magic you'll have hundreds

of butterflies

are you sure they will grow in america

grandpa

jake uh sadly grandpa

pressed the little box tightly into

jake's hand

and nodded that evening

jake's family crowded onto the deck of

the great

ss celtic many of the passengers

were carrying ba*ls of yarn with the

ends

trailing over the side of the boat

when the ship pulled away from the dock

those

left behind held the ends

and watched the lines stretch out across

the ocean

jake could barely see grandpa when his

yarn line

was pulled from his hand he reached into

his pocket

to make sure grandpa's seeds were safe

that night the ship tossed

rolling the passengers back and forth

in their narrow bunk beds

jake couldn't sleep he reached over and

slipped his hand

into his jacket pocket what do you have

there

benny asked the boys moved closer to the

dim

cabin light the butterfly scenes

jake said opening the tin

what kind of seats a few sleepy-eyed

children

asked as they crawled down from their

bunk

then jake told them about grandpa's

seeds

and the beautiful butterfly garden he

would plant in america

look what i'm bringing to america benny

exclaimed

and then the show-and-tell game began

betty let everyone hold his real

gold pocket watch jake's sisters paraded

their

porcelain dolls there were spinning tops

hand-painted eggs musical instruments

and even a lucky horseshoe

but everyone agreed that jake's

butterfly seeds were the best of all

except albert

whoever heard of butterfly seeds

he said just played his harmonica

after two long weeks the ship

docked in new york papa held

tightly to mama and the children as

everyone was herded onto the waiting

ferry books

when the fairies reached ellis island

the passengers were shuffled into long

lines

to be inspected jake's heart raced as he

slowly

inched up in line he wondered

if they would take away his seeds the

inspectors

looked in jake's ears eyes but not his

pockets

grandpa seeds were safe

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finally jake and his family arrived at

their new home

on market street papa led the family up

three flights of stairs to two small

rooms

jake looked out at the narrow dark alley

cluttered with lines of drying clothes

where can i plant grandpa's seeds

he worried the next morning

jake was up early below he spotted a

fruit vendor

emptying a crate of apples into his cart

could i have that empty crate sir he

held out

before mr gargiulo could figure out

where the question had come from

jake was standing breathlessly beside

him

i'm going to make a a window box

so i can plant my grandpa's seeds in it

and that's why i need the crate he

blurted out

you can have the crate boy but i don't

think it's any good for planting seeds

mr gargiulo wiggled his fingers between

the slats

all you need is a piece of burlap to fix

that

called mr ling chow the fish peddler

emptied his catch into an icy bin

and handed jake the empty bag

jake opened the seam with his pocket

knife

and spread the burlap evenly inside the

crate

jake hurried across the street to the

blacksmith's shop to show papa

it was papa's first day at his new job

and he didn't pay much attention when

jake

asked for his advice i need a way to

keep this crate

from falling off our windowsill jake

shouted over the ring of the anvil

maybe i could help you someone hollered

it was mr o'malley the shop owner he

knew

just what jake needed he hammered

two bars of red-hot metal into a strong

pair of window box hangers

and after work papa nailed the box

into place jake rigged up a clothesline

and a pulley

to hoist up buckets of dirt from the

alley

all of the neighborhood children wanted

to help all

except for albert who played his

harmonica

instead

it was a hot summer jake and his new

friends

climbed the fire escape every day to

check the window box

they would hang over the railing and

search through the bushy plants for

butterflies

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maybe your silly old grandpa got the

seeds mixed up

albert wood mudder

jake began to wonder if grandpa's seeds

were

magic or just a story made up for a

homesick

boy then one day the sky rumbled

and a sudden shower drenched

the hot steaming streets

when the sun reappeared merchants

and shoppers filled the street once more

the children went back to their play

suddenly mr gargiulo called out look at

that beautiful butterfly

children chased the butterfly through

the crowded street

until it flew up to jake's window box

look at them all albert shouted

jake heard albert's yell

and opened his window

they're finally here grandpa

jake whispered as if grandpa were

listening

your butterflies are here

and they like america too

the yet wow

i'll bet whenever jake sees a butterfly

he'll think of his grandpa

that's a beautiful thought isn't it yeah

oh lucy well what time is it oh it's

time for our story picks kino

oh oh yeah um my pick is called

when i'm old with you and it's the story

of a boy who imagines being old with his

grandpa

and how they'll spend their time

together and i brought tanya's reunion

tanya takes a special trip with her

grandmother for a family reunion

on the farm where her grandma grew up

and that's our story time for today

so bye bye and remember

keep a story in your heart oh what time

is it now lucy

it's time for peta and his grandpa to

play some checkers

grandpa you're early

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grandpa

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so

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today's story time books are in the rain

with baby duck by amy hest

illustrated by jill barton two mrs

gibsons by toyomiagus pictures by daryl

wells

the butterfly seeds by mary watson

when i'm old with you by angela johnson

pictures by david someone and

tanya's reunion by valerie flornoy

pictures by jerry pinckney

you can find these and other books at

your local library

story time is made possible by the brand

from helen and peter b

so that families everywhere can share

the joy of reading with their

children

story time is production of kcet los

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