Language, Literacy, and Storytelling – Part 5 – The Conclusion

In Part 4, I shared my storytelling at school.  In the bathroom I use rhyming words and tell make-believe stories.  I incorporate children’s names into the story.  I add complex vocabulary words.  At lunchtime, I tell Jennie Stories, true stories of my childhood.  I shared the incredible fact that the one-and-only common denominator among National Merit Scholars is having dinner with their families at least four times a week.

The power of story and words cannot be overstated.

Part 5 – The Conclusion
Words, stories, language, reading. storytelling… they all work together to give children the best start – cognitively and emotionally.  Both are equally important.  And John Phillips, the founder of Phillips Exeter Academy in 1781, said it best:

“Goodness without knowledge is weak and feeble, yet knowledge without goodness is dangerous, and both united form the noblest character and lay the surest foundation of usefulness to mankind.”

I have two stories to tell you.  One highlights the goodness, which can only come from emotional development.  The second highlights the knowledge, which can only come from cognitive development.  Both stories are founded in words, language, storytelling, and reading.

Story One:
I am reading the last chapter of Charlotte’s Web.  Charlotte died when we read aloud at chapter reading last week.  The children were sad and had many questions.  That happens every year.  Today at chapter reading, the spiders in Charlotte’s egg sac hatched.  Baby spiders were everywhere.  Wilbur was thrilled.  And then… the spiders, the aeronauts, sailed away in the warm wind.  Wilbur was frantic, as these baby spiders, Charlotte’s babies, were his whole life.

I was reading with passion, as I always do.  Wilbur was losing everything.  Everything. Did I have a worry in my voice?  You bet I did.  Did I read with a steady calm?  I did not!  Because, I need to make the words come alive.  That’s how I help children understand and develop goodness and heart.

And then I looked over at Mia.  She had the quivering lip, the tears in her eyes.  She didn’t want to cry.  Well, crying is a good thing.  I put the book down.

Me: “Mia, are you sad?”
She shook her head.  She couldn’t say any words.
Me: “I feel so sad.  Do you need a hug?”
Mia couldn’t jump up fast enough to get a hug.  And it was a long hug.  Yes, we both cried.  Tears are a good thing.

Then the floodgates opened.  Every child felt the same way.  Every child needed a big hug.  Words weren’t necessary.  E.B. White had already provided those words.

Story Two:
I love a good story, especially one that involves reading aloud and the stunning difference it makes with children.  Here is a favorite story of mine, from the million-copy best selling book, The Read-Aloud Handbook by Jim Trelease:

“During his ten years as principal of Boston’s Solomon Lewenberg Middle School, Thomas P. O’Neill Jr. and his faculty proved it.  The pride of Boston’s junior high schools during the 1950s and early 1960s, Lewenberg subsequently suffered the ravages of urban decay, and by 1984, with the lowest academic record and Boston teachers calling it the “looney bin” instead of Lewenberg, the school was earmarked for closing.  But first, Boston officials would give it one last chance.

The reins were handed over to O’Neill, an upbeat, first-year principal and former high school English teacher whose experience there had taught him to “sell” the pleasures and importance of reading.

The first thing he did was abolish the school’s intercom system.  (“As a teacher I’d always sworn someday I’d rip the thing off the wall.  Now I could do it legally.”)  He then set about establishing structure, routine, and discipline.  “That’s the easy part.  What happens after is the important part–reading.  It’s the key element in the curriculum.  IBM can teach our graduates to work the machine, but we have to teach them how to read the manual.”  In O’Neill’s first year, sustained silent reading (see chapter 5) was instituted for nearly four hundred pupils and faculty for the last ten minutes of the day, during which everyone in the school read for pleasure.  Each teacher (and administrator) was assigned a room–much to the consternation of some who felt those last ten minutes could be better used to clean up the shop or gym.  “Prove to me on paper,” O’Neill challenged them, “that you are busier than I am, and I’ll give you back the ten minutes to clean.”  He had no takers.

Within a year, critics became supporters and the school was relishing the quiet time that ended the day.  The books that had been started during SSR were often still being read by students filing out to buses–in stark contrast to former dismissal scenes that bordered on chaos.

The next challenge was to ensure that each sixth-, seventh-, and eighth-grade student not only saw an adult reading each day but also heard one.  Faculty members were assigned a classroom and the school day began with ten minutes of reading aloud, to complement the silent ending at the end of the day.  Soon reading aloud began to inspire awareness, and new titles sprouted during SSR.  In effect, the faculty was doing what the great art schools have always done: providing life models from which to draw.

In the first year, Lewenberg’s scores were up; in the second year, not only did the scores climb but so, too, did student enrollment in response to the school’s new reputation.

Three years later, in 1988, Lewenberg’s 570 students had the highest reading scores in the city of Boston, there was a fifteen page waiting list of children who wanted to attend, and O’Neill was portrayed in Time as a viable alternative to physical force in its cover story on Joe Clark, the bullhorn- and bat-toting principal from Paterson, New Jersey.

Today, Tom O’Neill is retired, but the ripple effect of his work has reached shores that not even his great optimism would have anticipated.  In the early 1990s, a junior high school civics teacher in Japan, Hiroshi Hayashi, read the Japanese edition of The Read-Aloud Handbook.  Intrigued by the concept of SSR and Tom O’Neill’s example, he immediately decided to apply it to his own school.  (Contrary to what most Americans believe, not all Japanese public school students are single-minded overachievers, and many are rebellious or reluctant readers–if they are readers at all.)  Although SSR was a foreign concept to Japanese secondary education, Hayashi saw quick results in his junior high school with just ten minutes at the start of the morning.  Unwilling to keep his enthusiasm to himself, he spent the next two years sending forty thousand handwritten postcards to administrators in Japanese public schools, urging them to visit his school and adopt the concept.  His personal crusade has won accolades from even faculty skeptics:  By 2006, more than 3,500 Japanese schools were using SSR to begin their day.”

Used by permission of the author, Jim Trelease, 2013, The Read-Aloud Handbook (Penguin)

These are the stories that make me continue to read aloud to children.  It is THE single most important thing I do in my classroom.  Children love it, read on their own throughout the day, and excel in school.  Not only am I growing readers, I’m opening the door to the world for them.  And, they jump in with both feet.

Jennie

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E.B. White’s Grandniece – In My Classroom

It happened like this: And as you know, those are the beginning words to a really good story.  So, hold on to your hat.

Last spring I learned that E.B. White’s grandniece was giving a presentation at my local library.  I had no idea there was a family member living nearby.  This was thrilling news, good news.  Unfortunately, I was travelling at the time of her presentation.  That was sad news, bad news.  Talk about highs and lows.

When I visited the library after my travels, the head children’s librarian was beside herself to tell me about the event.  She was even more excited to tell me that E.B. White’s grandniece wanted to meet me.  Me!  In the words of Charlotte, I was HUMBLE.

And so we met.  She (Lindsay) is wonderful.  She showed me memorabilia that took my breath away.  My favorite photos were Andy (E.B. White’s nickname) typing at his boathouse where he wrote, and swinging on the real rope swing in the barn at the farm in Maine.

Our conversation went something like this:

Lindsay:  “When do you read aloud Charlotte’s Web?”
Me:  “Just before rest time.”
Lindsay:  “Do you read every day?”
Me:  “Absolutely.”
Lindsay:  “And when do you start reading the book?  Later in the school year?”
Me:  “I start on day one.”
Lindsay:  “Day one?  Really?”
Me:  “Oh Yes!”
Lindsay:  “I’d love to hear you read the book.”

And so she did!  This week.  She arrived with a big poster full of photos (me included) and memorabilia.  The children were fascinated as she told stories about her Uncle Andy (E.B.).  Did you know that he received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from President John F. Kennedy?  And wouldn’t you know that the chapter we read that day was Wilbur receiving a medal at the fair.  Very timely, and surely meant to be.

And then it was time for chapter reading.  We turned off the lights, and for nearly thirty minutes we were engrossed in listening to the words of Charlotte’s Web.  We answered questions and talked about who we liked in the book, and also who we didn’t like – Templeton.  We remembered that Charlotte’s egg sac contained 514 eggs.  Lindsay so enjoyed the reading and the conversation.  It was wonderful!

Of course the children made her a gigantic thank you note.  I received a lovely note that said:

Dearest Jennie,

Terrific, terrific, terrific fun today!!
I enjoyed every minute!
The children are precious!!
You are SOME READER!!!!!

Love,
Lindsay

So nice!  And the references to Charlotte’s Web are perfect.  I feel HUMBLE and RADIENT.  In the words of the goose, thank you, thank you, thank you Lindsay.

Jennie

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‘Friday Night Lights’ With My Preschooler

Thank you, Wesley.  I was thrilled to come to your high school football game.

Children are precious.  I’m the lucky one when they come into my class.  And when they leave, they never really leave, because they are a part of me.

Teaching is not a job.  Thank goodness!  It is a way of life.

Jennie

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“Buck Buck! How Many Horns Are Up?”

A very important post on children. When we take away the freedom, the risks, outdoor play, and we put children in front of a screen, we are doing a great injustice. And worse. Frank talks about his childhood and playing outdoors – the way kids should grow up. No parents, and figuring things out on your own. Life skills 101.

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OMG! – Those kids don’t have bike helmets on!  Call the cops on their parents!  (that’s Toritto and his brother Alfred – now 76 and 72 respectively)

Times have changed.  Once upon a time kids actually played with other kids outside without parental supervision.  Maybe they do somewhere but even here in semi-rural Florida one rarely sees two or three kids outside anymore without a helicoptering parent.

OK,  you’re thinking, here it comes. Some old fogey waxing poetically about the joys of the way things used to be back in the day.  So let me begin by saying upfront that I do not wear rose colored glasses.  This is more about how things were 65 years ago for an urban kid; whether better in some respects or worse I leave up to you.

When I was in Junior High (today its Middle School) I was not required to…

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There Are Stories in Your Heart — Set Them Free.

Yes, tell your story! It will lift your heart, and make a big difference to others. Everybody loves hearing a story, and we all have one to tell. Thank you, Meg Dowell.

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Scientifically, all ideas form inside your brain. Your head is the place where dreams become goals and goals become plans. There is no doubt that the capabilities of a writer depend on their ability to both logically and abstractly use their minds to create stories.

But the most important part of storytelling — the emotions both you and your readers associate with it — forms in your heart.

OKAY, yes, I know that emotions are still exclusively a brain thing and your heart is not in control of how you feel. But in the poetic sense of the concept, the stories that stick with you most are the ones that touch your heart.

When a story calls to me — basically begging me to write it, which does happen, and it’s both awesome and terrifying — I can physically feel the pull. It starts in my chest and spreads, all…

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The Letter, With Love

           

Thank you for the lovely letter, Rowan.  Seeing your smiling face and getting a great big hug was the best.  You were proud and confident, eager to show me your letter.  I miss you, too.

Love, Jennie

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Language, Literacy, and Storytelling – Part 4

In Part 3, I shared proof of the powerful and positive effects of storytelling, through the story of Cuban cigars and their high quality – thanks to la lectura.  I am also happy to report that the 12th grade English teacher from my “Ravioli” post has found ‘lights out’ to be successful in his classroom reading aloud.  Currently he is reading Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut to his students.  From preschool to high school, we are both doing the same thing, and it works.

Part 4
I have discovered much of my storytelling happens in the bathroom at school.  Perhaps it is the captive audience, much like a car ride with children.  Perhaps it is the rhyming, the make-believe, and including children’s names into the stories.  Perhaps it is because I’m sitting with them on the bench, not waiting in the doorway.  I simply make up words and stories.  If Emmett, Norah, and Alex are in the bathroom, I might say something like this:

“Once there was a girl who lived on the edge of the woods.  Her name was Norah.  One night she woke up and heard a sound in the distance. Her voracious appetite kept her awake.  The sound was coming from the woods!  She tip-toed downstairs, opened the back door, and there was Emmett.  He heard the same noise.  They decided to be brave together, hold hands, and walk toward the woods.  Suddenly Alex came running over…”

I will include difficult vocabulary words.  I will stop and ask questions, maybe make the sound of an animal or give clues for them to guess.  As children come and go in the bathroom, I’ll include them into the story.

I play I Spy.  I play The Animal Game, where I give clues to an animal and they guess what it is.  Then, I make up a quick rhyme about the animal.

“There once was a snake who got caught on a rake on his way to a lake.”

I then ask children to add to the rhyme.  Often they come up with excellent words, ones I never thought of.  The whole process is open ended.  So is storytelling.

So, what is really happening here in the bathroom?  Much like chapter reading, children have to carefully listen and think.  They are getting a huge dose of vocabulary words in an intimate setting.  And, much like lunchtime at school, we are sharing conversations and stories.  It’s more than the number of words a child hears; it’s humor, emotion, learning where you are with your peers – a friend, listening and learning.  It’s really a long list.

This is how important it is:  A study was done to determine if there was a common denominator among the National Merit Scholars.  Were they all class presidents?  Captains of their sport teams?  President of the Drama Club or Literary Magazine?  Were they all volunteers in their community?  Surely there had to be one thing that they all shared in common.

There was one, and only one:
Every National Merit Scholar had dinner with their family at least four times a week.

Sounds simple?  Not at all!  At the dinner table they developed language skills, thinking and reasoning, empathy, humor, patience, compassion… the list is a long one and a good one.

These are life skills, the foundation for learning.

This is what I do in my classroom at lunchtime.  I create the “dinner with the family” environment for children.  Everyone’s opinion is valued.  We are listeners, and we are storytellers.  Oh, the stories we tell!  Jennie Stories (from my childhood) are beloved.  Why?  Because through storytelling, children know that their teacher had the same fears and tears.  Every day is a Jennie story, from spiders to bats to birthday cakes to The Peanut Man…

I know the difference this makes with the children I teach.  What do I tell parents?  Have dinner together, talk, listen, tell stories.  It makes all the difference in the world.

Stay tuned for the conclusion, Part 5, and the story of a teacher who made a big difference.

Jennie

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Making Memories at School

There is something exciting, magical about this time of year.  When the sun goes down and children are helping their families to carve a pumpkin into a jack-o-lantern, memories are made.  Imagine being three and four years old, at school in the dark.  We gathered together in a big circle with our jack-o-lanterns.  Children were snuggled close to me, and to their families.  Now, the sky was dark.

We sang songs.  Oh, how we sang!  We waved glow sticks.  Tonight was filled with magic and memories.

Jennie

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Meeting A Favorite Author, Kate DiCamillo

If I taught third grade, I’d be reading aloud to children Because of Winn-Dixie.  If I taught fourth grade, I’d be reading aloud The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane.  If I taught fifth grade I’d be reading aloud Flora and Ulysses.  The list goes on.  Every book was written by Kate DiCamillo.  She has a way with words, and a keen understanding.  No wonder children love her books.  No wonder I love her books.

Kate’s newest book is Louisanna’s Way Home.  Louisiana is one of three characters in her earlier book, Raymie Nightingale.  The book is not a sequel, but a standalone story of this girl.  In Kate’s words, “Louisiana did not go away, her story had to be told.”

Kate is from Minneapolis, so the chances of her being here are slim, yet she was here.  Oh, I signed up early.  Good that I did.  As it turned out, even the waiting list was sold out. And here is the story of what happened:

Concord, Massachusetts is steeped in history, so it comes as no surprise that their library is simply magnificent.  This is the area where Kate spoke.  Yes, wow!

Three of us traveled together to hear Kate at the library.  We walked to the front door and it was locked.  A small sign said that people who were here for the Kate DiCamillo presentation were to use the side door.  Okay.  So, we walked around to the side (no door) and then to the back (no door).  We backtracked to the front, and low and behold, there was Kate, walking along, going the wrong way, too.  I said, “Kate.”  She said, “I’m late.”  I said, “The side door is the other way.”  So we walked together.  Yes, together.  Me and Kate DiCamillo.

“Kate, I just finished reading Louisiana.  It is so good.”

“Did you like it?”

“I absolutely loved it.  Of course you have to write about Beverly Tapinski.”  (She is the third character in the book.)

“It’s so hard for children today.  Growing up is…”

We reached the door and the rest of her words were swallowed and mixed in with others, including my two friends.  As soon as we checked into the library and got settled I said to my friends, “What was the last thing Kate said?”  They said, “We couldn’t hear because she was walking with you.  We were behind.”

Good point.

If my chance meeting wasn’t enough, Kate began her presentation with a “ya’ll.” I turned to my friend who is also from West Virginia and we both smiled. Music to our ears, and a piece of home.  Because home is a central theme in Kate’s new book.  And in all her books. Finding your way, figuring out who you are and where you belong – all written with an understanding that pulls in the reader and makes one realize that ‘she knows’.

Kate read aloud the opening pages of the book.  Sigh!  She also read aloud the opening pages of her first book, the one that launched her into success, Because of Winn-Dixie.

This is what I took away from her presentation and answering so many questions from the audience:

“I didn’t read Charlotte’s Web as a child.  I had read Black Beauty And was traumatized by what happened.  So, every time I went to the library and saw the cover of the book, I wouldn’t read it.  Have you seen the expression on Wilbur’s face?  And of course you know the first sentence in the book, “Where’s Papa going with that axe?”  And then, at last, I read the book.  Charlotte’s Web is my all-time favorite.”

“I can’t do character development because they’re real.  Some characters take over the story – I never know what’s going to happen.  There are stories that need to be told.”

“My favorite books growing up include the Laura Ingalls Wilder series and the Beverly Cleary books.  I was very sick as a child, so I had plenty of time to read.  And I did!”

And my favorite words that Kate said, “There’s room for magic and humor, and it all ends with hope.”  Don’t you just love that?

Before she left the podium to get ready for book signing she said, “For all of you who are teachers and read out loud and put books in the hands of children, you have no idea how much that means.”

By the time we got to the the book signing, those words were still fresh in my mind.  Kate smiled and said, “I saw you.”  I put my hand on her arm and said “I’m the reader-aloud.  I actually read chapter books to preschoolers.”  My friend said, “We’re reading Charlotte’s Web.”  I said, “Yes, and Charlotte has just written RADIENT.”  The nearby audience loved this conversation.  So did Kate.  She beamed and said, “You have no idea how much that means.  Thank you!”

I showed her the post card she had sent me some years ago.  She loved that!

Then she signed my well loved, well worn copy of
The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane.

Thank you, Kate DiCamillo.  Keep writing, and I’ll keep reading.

Jennie

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Quotations on Reading

Three of the best quotations on reading. Thank you, Charles French.

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“Once you learn to read, you will be forever free.”

                                                                   Frederick Douglass

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“Feelings, too, are facts. Emotion is a fact. Human experience is a fact. It is often possible to gain more real insight into human beings and their motivation by reading great fiction than by personal acquaintance.”

                                                                  Eleanor Roosevelt

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“You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.”

                                                                  Ray Bradbury

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