What’s the Word?

mama (1)Words. I love words.  I love reading words.  I love writing words.  Words make my heart beat faster.

By the time I turned four, my momma gave me a magical gift that literally changed my world; she taught me how to read.  It all began with sight words and treasure hunts, and I can still remember running around our large Victorian home while frantically searching for the day’s treasure. Sweet notes read, “Go the lamp,” with a picture momma drew of a lamp. Next note, “Go to the….well..my treasure hunt adventure would continue until I found the note that sent me straight to my cherished gem.  Some days I would discover a new set of fancy barrettes.  Some days, I would find a sweet treat.  Fun ways to learn words and their meanings. 

Since I loved reading so very much, I even started a neighborhood library.  After talking to my parents and receiving their amused permission, I started my small, extremely small library.  After hours and hours of work, each book had an added place to write the due date of the book.  I had not yet purchased a stamp and ink.  Each book also had its own note card with the information about the book and the author’s name that I kept in an old recipe box that momma had donated for the cause.  My father also built a bookcase and hung it up in the corner of his office.  Although I had a grand time creating my sweet little collection of books, my library did not make the impressive splash with my friends that I imagined!  Friends and neighbors politely made an appearance for my grand opening, but few checked out a book.  The Lincoln Avenue Library closed shortly after when I discovered that one the neighbor boys left Charlie and the Chocolate Factory out in the rain.  Crushed, I could not believe that people could treat books so horribly!

For me, it was a natural progression to turn to writing.  At a young age I started a journal,  for writing was just a great way to express myself.  In junior high, I remembered I wanted to be a journalist, and that was my dream for years.  I did want to be on the school paper, but I didn’t make the cut in middle school, and I was too bashful to try in high school.  Still, that did not deter me from wanting to write.  Over the years, I continued to keep a journal and continued to write.  And yes, I was that girl that loved it when the teacher said we had to do research and write a paper.  I even took Mr Campbell’s English class for two years in a row because he also taught, you guessed it, journalism.

Now as an adult, writing still calls to me which is good news since I now teach language arts to sixth graders. At the same time, I still love research, and I have started investigating my family tree.  To me, this has been a fun adventure, one that I have carried into my classroom  Each year, our sixth grade team works on a westward expansion unit.  Each teacher contributes something to this lesson.  In my language arts class, each student chooses a topic, researches the topic, and then writes a story about it.  Since implementing this assignment, this historical fiction writing piece has become the all time favorite writing assignment.  And yes,  I did my research, and wrote a short story too.  Last year, I wanted to learn more about the historical facts of Cherryvale, Kansas since some of my family lived there for a time.  It was fun to write about that area, and learn what life was like at that time for my great-great grandparents.  While searching my family tree, I came across some interesting and exciting information and stories that should be shared with others in the family.  That’s when I decided to write a blog.  This way, I can add the stories, and the family history as I find new information.

4 thoughts on “What’s the Word?

  1. Great that you have so many memories of wanting to write…. I think and think, but for some reason, many memories just elude me. LOL I do remember enjoying the research of those huge encyclopedias… a thing of the past now. I wish I had kept more of my written stories, and my diaries, and I so wish I had kept them.

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    1. I did keep diaries; some were lost over the years. My younger brothers used to snoop through them when I was a teenager. One brother still teases me about snooping, but I just tell him that he was my biggest fan. lol.

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