Literacy History
Long-term memories are often connected to emotional events
and my first memories involving literacy are no exception. At the age of five, I was madly in love with
Dianne Hackworth, my kindergarten teacher.
I can’t really say if I loved books at the time, or if I just enjoyed
being read to by Dianne.
Either way, I had an early connection to literature and the emotional aspect of that connection has remained with me as the cornerstone of my literacy development.
Throughout Elementary, Middle and High school I progressed
through what I would call a somewhat formulaic literary development. In Elementary school (and younger) my mother
read to me on a daily basis. Some books that I enjoyed included Dr. Seuz, Shel Silverstein, Where The Wild
Things Are and Breakfast With Francis,
just to name a few. Perhaps what I was
really enjoying, as much as the books, was the emotional connection with my
mother. I say this because during Middle and High school, when I was reading on my own, I went through the
motions and enjoyed the required school novels, but I did not really love
reading.
When I reflect on the rebirth of my love of books, which did
not happen until I had begun university, I realize that again it was an
emotional connection that sparked my interest.
My mother gave me a copy of Khalil Gibran’s The Prophet that had been given to her as a gift from my father
when they were dating. A short note on
the inside of the cover read, “to my Kathy for being herself”. I loved this book, which is now over 45 years
old, and have read it many, many times.
I have kept the book with me throughout all of my travels and eventually
gave it to my wife when we started dating.
Admittedly, it was a selfish gift because I only “gave it away” when I
knew that we would always be together.
Regardless, the content of the book, and the emotions that I associated
with it, spurred my love of reading, especially in regard to religious, poetic
and philosophical texts. In time my love
of this genre (if you can call it that) broadened to include anything involving
Anthropology, travel and historical fiction.
Today I simply love to read and I try to make it part of my
daily routine. I still primarily love
the above-mentioned topics, but I can appreciate the classics of any genre from
fantasy to westerns. However, regardless
of what I am reading, I would say that the source of my interest in literature
is emotional. I love the realization and
recognition of universal truths and the feeling of being reminded of something
that I already knew. As
Khalil Gibran expresses, any great idea that is conveyed to us “already lies half asleep in the
dawning of our knowledge.”
Jamie - what a terrific post! Reading aloud seems to be such an important gift. Unfortunately this was not practiced in my family. We are much too blue collar for that. However, I do remember my fourth grade teacher reading to us and how much I enjoyed it as I read your post. While I was not in love with her (Fratz was her name and it fit), I did love listening to Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing.
ReplyDeleteAs I read everyone's history, I am struck by the influence of family. I loved that you gave your wife the book your father gave your mother. Thank you for sharing. So cool.