And they didn't stop there. By Luong Ung, who has since devoted herself to the Campaign for a Landmine-Free World.
Carolyn Sherwin Bailey. One of the most delightful Newberys I have ever read, it's aimed at a younger audience than is average for a Newbery and much younger than my usual children's books. The illustrations are perfect and I found the little bit at the beginning about how everyone in the book is exactly the same now as when the book was written to be terrifically reassuring.
I've been looking for lists by people about my age about their favorite childhood books, hoping for any description that makes my throat catch in recognition. This title came up in the search after Tread Softly surfaced. I don't think I read it at the appropriate time--it was a horse book, it was told by the older of two sisters, it involved death, strike strike strike--but now, for Your Old Pal Al's sake, I read this other Constance Greene.
A Newbery Honor I picked up (with the two previous children's book) at Park Hill Books, by Allan W. Eckert and John Schoenherr. As does Miss Hickory, it has an epitaph asserting its truth (something along the lines of "an enhanced version of a factual occurrence"); unlike Miss Hickory, its apparent failure to be backed up by, say, a mention in a contemporary Winnipeg newspaper or any other source makes this epigram a lie.