In reflecting on my earliest experiences as a reader, it occurred
to me that early literacy activities in my life that have centered on reading
and being read to were a natural extension of my relationship with my mother
and father. Reading was always something that happened organically. One of my
earliest memories is sitting on my father’s lap, reading from a book that we
selected together from my “library.” I read a chapter or so out loud to him every
night, and I looked forward to what happened in the story as much as I did to
this quiet time together. And then there were our family’s “movie nights.” When
I was a kid, you could buy large records of popular children’s stories such as Alice in Wonderland and The Wizard of Oz. The record albums
often housed a book as well, and you could read along in the book as the record
played. Our “movie nights” consisted of one of these record albums, taped to
the wall in our living room, against which shone a flashlight that I propped up
on a couple of books in between the “audience seating” of two folding chairs.
When show time began, then and only then could my father, who also served as “projectionist”
and who was given very explicit instructions on how to operate the “projector,”
turn on the flashlight to dramatic effect. I read the stories aloud, complete with
different character voices, and usually mimicking what I’d heard on the album.
When we came to the end of a “scene,” the flashlight was to be turned off so
that I could turn the page, scotch tape the new page to the wall, and the new
scene could begin. Needless to say my parents were very patient people.
This led me to think about ways in which my parents were the
earliest audience for my compositions. The earliest stories I made up were
often acted out. They were usually stories connected to and inspired by
the stories I was reading at the time. I wanted to “wow” my audience—in this
case, my mother and father—because I wanted them to feel moved the same way I
had been moved by what I’d read. Because I knew my audience well, I was able to
consider strategies (no matter how rudimentary and unconscious) that would
reach them. And because I knew that my parents would always be encouraging and
supportive, their enthusiasm motivated me even more.
It seems to me that it’s important that students learn how
to read early in their lives; of equal importance is the ways in which they’re
introduced to reading and literacy-centered activities. I believe this is what
Erika Lindemann means when she writes, in part quoting Marilyn Cooper, that “Writing
is a way of living in social groups, of interacting with others and having them
interact with us. ‘Writing is a form of social action. It is part of the way in
which people live in the world. Thus, when thinking about writing, we also must
think about the way that people live in the world’” (33). Families are a
fundamental early social group that also shape our attitudes towards reading
and writing. Parents can frame reading and writing in pleasurable ways that
invite participation from children willingly rather than begrudgingly. If family
dynamics and routines are built around literacy, reading is the rule and not the
exception. When your earliest audience is people you know and trust, it’s
easier to develop a symbiotic relationship with reading and writing that
fosters literacy growth.
I loved this! It was very similar to my experiences as a child and how much I loved reading with my dad. I agree with how a family should be built around literacy. Mine was as well, to an extent, and it drastically affected my childhood, and now my adult life.
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