Wednesday, October 12, 2016

The Little Bookcase by Mrs. Twombly

Read to me and watch me grow.
Tell me all the tales you know.
For in this life I'll need a map.
Let it begin upon your lap.
Judi Moreillon, Read to Me

I don’t remember anyone reading to me!  As a reading specialist, it shocks me to the core to say this out loud. 
However, I own many books from my childhood that I’ve passed down to my own children; from my dog eared copy of Charlotte’s Web to A Very Young Gymnast.   There were lots and lots of books to fill my childhood bookcase.  As a child it was always filled~ first with Little Golden Books to Beverly Cleary’s Ellen Tibbets to S. E. Hinton’s The Outsiders.  So it must BE that someone read to me!

The assumption must have been that at a certain age, a youngster doesn’t require reading to.  I am relieved to report that my elementary librarian and sixth grade English teacher knew that a child is never too old to be read to.  Mrs. Bonner always began our library time, in the old Tarr School with a chapter from a book.  I can’t tell you what she read, but I DO know I enjoyed it.  This experience sent me to the Junior section at the Carnegie Library weekly.  Ms. Cox would always tenderly greet me as I entered the back door entrance on Cleaves Street.  I’d walk from Summit Avenue carrying as many books as my scrawny arms could carry.

Mrs. Smith on the other hand emblazoned Tuck Everlasting into the fabric of my reading brain.  She transported a group of eleven year olds to the woods near Treegap, where there's an important spring, owned by the Foster family. Got it? Okay, here we go. Mae Tuck is getting ready to go meet her sons. But before she leaves, Mae and her husband Tuck have a conversation about wanting to change the things they can't. Sounds normal enough, right? Oh, but then the narrator hints that these two are immortal. Well, then.

The journey to become an educator took me by surprise, like being read to, I have no memory of ever wanting to be a teacher.  Yet as teacher preparation began, children’s books became an integral strand of my teaching life.  I’ve shared thousands of books with curious elementary students from varying backgrounds with success.  I firmly believe books will transport one to places you will never actually visit!  So may I ask, how can we stop reading aloud to a child? 


  1. What a wonderful tribute to some special people in your reading life! Thanks for sharing!

  2. It is funny, but other than a few special occasions, I have few memories of being read aloud to as well. Probably one of the many reasons reading to our own children has been so important;)❤️