Thoughts about reading fiction, nonfiction, and children’s books, new and old
For this week, Dewey suggested we reflect on a book from our childhood. I could write about any number of books, but here is one that somehow, I haven’t forgotten, although I haven’t read it since third grade.
When I was in third grade, I was very awkward and shy (but who isn’t). Picture a skinny eight-year-old girl with red-haired pigtails and buck teeth. That was me. I sat at my desk and paid attention to my teacher.
One particular day, I wasn’t happy. I had talked back to the fifth-grade teacher on the playground at recess for some reason (I was usually very quiet and well-behaved) and the teacher had made me stand at the wall (which meant I couldn’t play on the playground and had to suffer, standing by a wall, watching everyone else play).
I was guilty. I knew it. I was in tears by the time recess was over and I returned to my third-grade class room. My teacher, Mrs. Gray, obviously could tell I was upset by something, so she took me out in the hall and asked me to calm down. Then, she did something I’ve never forgotten: she got the newest addition to the class library and let me read it first, sitting on the floor outside the door of the third-grade classroom.
It was Two Bad Ants, by Chris Van Allsburg. In this picture book, ants have discovered a special new crystal and they travel to find it in the kitchen. Two ants get away from the group and face all sorts of adventures. It is a perfect picture book: the text follows the perspective of the ants, but the pictures let the reader see that the crystal is sugar and the dark sea is a cup of coffee.
I’ve remembered this book because of the emotions surrounding the reading of it. Reading it helped me feel better. I could go back into the third-grade class room without any tears.
My journal entry for that day (a regular assignment from my teacher):
Sep. 22, 1989
I had a bad day.
I like Mrs. Gray. Today was P.E.
I still find that books help me when I’m feeling down. Isn’t it great that we live in a world of words? Isn’t it great that words can help us deal with life? I love books and I love reading.
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gautami tripathy
Wednesday, May 14, 2008 at 1:12 am
We cannot forget certain books becos of the memories surrounding those times when we read them. I liked your post.
Childhood Memories
Jill
Wednesday, May 14, 2008 at 12:43 pm
What a wonderful memory to have, and Mrs. Gray was definitely a great teacher. I love that you’ve kept your journals all these years and share your entries with your readers.
Rebecca
Friday, May 16, 2008 at 2:20 pm
@gautami tripathy–so true…thanks for sharing your post as well!
@Jill: Yes, I found my journal in a big box of childhood treasures. It’s fun to remember childhood and I’m glad my teacher made me do it.
Kerry
Friday, May 16, 2008 at 3:09 pm
She sounds like a wonderful teacher. And I can totally understand you remembering the book so well because of the emotions that surround it. I think that’s how we make memories.
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Rebecca
Wednesday, May 21, 2008 at 4:26 pm
@Kerry: I love the memories I have with books!
bunny
Thursday, May 22, 2008 at 4:01 pm
What a nice memory!! Lovely post.
She must have been a great teacher
Rebecca
Monday, May 26, 2008 at 7:31 am
@bunny:
Memories of books are great!