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Never at a Loss for Words

Hooked on Phonics began way back in the mid 1960s!
Hooked on Phonics began way back in the mid 1960s!

I was born in the beginnings of Hooked on Phonics. My mother had waited ten, long years to have me, and once I arrived, she didn’t waste a moment on my education. Before I could talk, she was drilling me with phonemes and filling my days with wonderful words and stories. It was on the black linoleum floor of our quaint kitchen, as my mother trace the letters that built the word “milk” in a white puddle created with a spill, that I made the connection that letters made words and words stood for the things that surrounded us. Before my kindergarten year approached, I’d learned to decode the words that festooned my small world, and some that didn’t. My aunt, who was in college at the time, still tells the story of how I could read from her psychology textbooks, though I had no idea what I was deciphering!

Over my years of schooling, the language arts were my favorite subjects and my reading and English teachers my heroes. It wasn’t until my seventh grade year that I began regularly writing in a little brown diary, with a gold

It looked sort of like this one!
It looked sort of like this one!

lock, that I’d gotten for Christmas. Mostly my words were those of a desperately frustrated pre-teen with an overbearing father and a perfectly doted on brother. In high school, I had an amazing writing teacher who taught me how to use my way with words to earn money. Several writing contests paid for my entire first year of college. By this time, my writing repertoire had branched to poetry and fiction, in addition to my daily journaling.

Years later, as a mother and teacher, I filled up young minds will beautiful words and stories. Some of my favorite times were sleepy evenings snuggled in blankets, with my children on either side, lost in the tales of myimagesVJIDU3GX own childhood; Heidi, Treasure Island, Pippi Longstocking, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and so many more. My third-grade students would clamor for daily story time and I would feed them the prairie adventures of young Laura Ingalls Wilder or the silliness of Mrs. Piggle Wiggle, or Lois Sachar’s, Sideways Stories of the Wayside School.

Though I have no true aspirations to be a famous author, words are the constant in my life. They entertain, soothe, edify and overwhelm me with their beauty. They define past memories and hopes of future days, and it’s doubtful that I’ll ever be at a loss for them.

This post is in response to the Daily Prompt Writing Challenge.  What are your “Writerly Reflections?”

 

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38 thoughts on “Never at a Loss for Words”

  1. I knew as soon as I saw the first few sentences, that is was likely a response to the challenge. Nicely done. I may do it this week, as well. Merry Monday, my friend.

    Hugs from Ecuador,
    Kathy

    1. Thank you for your kind words. I don’t even know how many times we read Heidi, they loved it so much! They also watched the movie with Shirley Temple about a hundred times. There were several Pippi books that we read–I don’t think they ever saw the movie. 🙂 Hope you’re having a nice day!

      1. thank you 🙂 hopefully when they have children they will then have the chance to read them 🙂 I’m being lazy and trying to get out of bed and it’s 10am, so not me 😉

      2. I’ve been the exact same way for the past three days. I can’t seem to get enough rest. I’ve been bad and haven’t gone to the gym. Once my daughter’s off the phone with her fiancé we’re going to work out. I’ll have to workout extra hard these next few days. Take it easy if you feel like you need to. 🙂

      1. Oops…. You just promoted me. I worked as a library technician, but did manage 2 libraries , so I guess that kinda makes me a librarian. (kidding of course)

  2. This is a beautiful text, thank you for sharing your memories.
    It reminds me of my time learning to read and that talking and writing is so much more than just connecting words. When I was four, I learned to read the signs on the road and every shop sign was interesting. When I was six, my parents let me read everything and I was keen to learn. So they got me a dictionary where I could look up the words I didn’t know yet, if nobody was around to ask directly. Some of my (nicer) class mates ended up calling me ‘Miss Cyclopedia’.

    1. Thank you for your kind words. I think children that are exposed to lots of language experiences become natural readers. I still have my dictionary from childhood! I think Miss Cyclopedia is a compliment! 🙂

  3. Treasure Island! That was easily MY favorite book as a kid. I feel sorry for kids who don’t have books as an important part of their development. How can they develop imaginations, if someone else defines and packages how characters MUST appear to them? How can they open that wonderful part of the brain, that explores, deciphers and recreates entire worlds…in the mind’s eye? Wonderful article today…but then, all of your articles are so wonderful–as are you.

  4. I love ‘The Little House on the Prairie’ so much! What a great selection of titles you leave us with there. Such a good call that these early classics infuse our writing world. Three cheers for saying ‘festooned’ what a brilliant word! Haven’t heard that in far too long. It really says what it means! I think to make money from writing is a colossal achievement, (especially in competition!!) bravo to you. Your students had a real angel to learn English from. I’m betting English was (and probably still is) one of their favourite subjects with you at the helm! Great post as always. Enjoyed reading.

    1. The logistics of it used to baffle me when I was a kid. Since they were confined to bed–I wondered how they went to the bathroom! I pictured each of them not peeking while the other used the bedpan! 🙂

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