September 9, 2013
ENGL 1100 003
Cold Winter Mornings
I can remember cold winter mornings at my great grandmother’s house. The crisp winter air filled my lungs and the sweet warm aroma of coffee lingered through the air as I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen. I remember the earnest “good morning” bear hugs given by my great grandpa when I hopped onto his lap as he read the paper in his recliner. The sun had not yet risen, and the house was still quiet. After a while my great grandmother joined us in the family room with a cup of freshly brewed black coffee for each of us. As we would sip our coffee, my grandparents passed the morning paper back and forth, giving me a page or two to look over, even though I couldn’t read. I would look at the images and form imaginary stories to accompany them. I would sometimes “read” my imaginary stories aloud to my great grandparents and they would listen so intently. I felt, for the first time, that what I said mattered. My grandparents along with these cold winter mornings, made the most influence on my interest in literacy. They made me realize that if I could communicate effectively, my voice would matter.
My great grandmother worked with me day in and day out. She was the best teacher I could have ever asked for. She read me stories and did leaning activities with me. We did puzzles and played scrabble. She taught me how to read at the age of three, and I was learning at an impressive level. There was one specific book that she read to me at bedtime: Dr. Suess’ ABC’s. She read it over and over and over again. She read it so many times that I memorized the whole book, every letter. My favorite letter was “T”. The page read, “Big ‘T’. Little‘t’ What begins with ‘T’? Ten tired turtles on a tuttle-tuttle tree”. I would walk around saying it over and over and over again, until one day my great grandmother stopped me and said “Baby, I’m so glad you can remember all the words to that...