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The Wizard of Oz and a Cowboy

The Wizard of Oz and a Cowboy

May 11, 2016

Dear WinkWorld Readers,

Some of you know that I am busy working on the next book, which will focus on literacy stories.  Here is a peak at the organization of the chapters.

Chapter 1

Loving That Literacy

Chapter 2

Loving Those Stories

Chapter 3

Animals and the Alphabet

Chapter 4

Of Stories and Standards

Chapter 5

Of Immigrants and Imagination

Chapter 6

Into the Cloud

Chapter 7

Patience and Fortitude: The Future

So what does this have to do with The Wizard of Oz and a cowboy? At one point in the book, I am sharing the idea that we all come to literacy with unique and various paths.  There is no one way.  Rather, there are multiple paths to literacy.  In what follows, I tell the story of how I learned to read, and Dawn shares how she learned to read.

Teaching Passionately – The Spiral of Literacy

Dawn’s and my literacy stories will be followed by a totally different story from a tall cowboy–no, not the one I live with here on the ranch. I heard Gary Robson spontaneously tell this story at a literacy conference in Montana.

 

It started slowly, gained momentum, and then consumed the room. The panel of children’s authors had finished sharing their new books, and the assembled listeners were preparing to leave the room, when a final question from one of the panelists asked a great question.

“What are your personal memories of books from your childhood?” The atmosphere in the room changed perceptively. A peaceful reflective mood took over the room.

Narnia.” We all sighed and envisioned the book icon and the stories.

“I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.” The little train engine popped into our minds.

Secret Garden.” We saw the vine covered secret entry.

As each favorite memory was shared, emotions of childhood literacy experiences started creeping out of long-term storage for each of us.

Suddenly, one of the authors on the panel stood tall to speak as Gary was, indeed, a tall man with an even larger personality. He reflected his native rural Montana roots. He wore jeans, cowboy boots, a western belt with buckle, and a big cowboy hat with whiffs of long gray hair sticking out on the sides and back.

“When I was a child,” he began, “my parents used to take me with them when they went to the home of some friends, whose own children had already grown and left home. It was always the 4 adults at the table and me. When dinner was over, the adults went to the living room, and I would immediately steal away to the basement, which had only one room. One huge room. Each of the 4 walls, floor to ceiling was lined with books. In the middle of this large room, there was one light and one chair. I would happily read the night away. The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum, my favorite series, would be piled around me in the chair, when my parents came down to get me.”

“Years later when I was an adult and off on my own, the man who owned the house died, and I received a phone call from his lawyer. I was invited to go to the reading of the will and pick up something the family friend had left for me.”

“I remember thinking, why me? He had his own children, but when I went to the lawyer’s office and saw The Wizard of Oz series piled on the conference table, the stories came flooding back to me.”

When Gary finished his story, there was not a dry eye in the room. Not even on the face of that big cowboy.

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