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Somehow a red flower managed to bloom on the “wrong side” of the fence. Just the bloom is peeking through the slats. There’s a green bush on the right side of the photo. .
Genre: Memoire
Word Count: 100
A BOOK IS LIKE A GARDEN, CARRIED IN THE POCKET
When did letters come together to form words and stories? I don’t recall exactly when it happened for me.
I owe much of it to Dick, Jane, and their baby sister Sally as do many former children of a certain age in these United States.
“Come here, Dick.”
“Go, Jane. Go, Sally, go!”
The illustrations made me as happy as the thrill of learning to read, thanks to Robert Childress. He wasn’t the first to paint lively pictures for the iconic books, but his were the ones that colored my early childhood. They still bloom like flowers in my memory.
(The title is a Chinese proverb.)
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple 
Lovely pic for the prompt Rochelle
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Thanks, Geeta.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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What a lovely resonance to the image, Rochelle
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Thank you, Neil.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I was taught to read during a short period of phonetic reading education experiment called ITA. It staved off the ability to actually read books- and totally destroyed any chance we ever had at becoming good spellers- but I cannot say it didn’t send me off as a voracious reader once we translated back to the actual alphabet from the phonetic one that we originally learned in first grade.
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Oh does that bring back memories. I remember they had a cat named Puff.
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Well fancy that! I never knew about those three children over your side, but I vaguely remember the Janet and John series in the UK, and very posh they were (just saying).
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I definitely remember Dick and Jane.
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We didn’t have those I remember in Primary school having Janet & John books 😃
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Dear Rochelle,
I went to a French elementary school for kindergarten and grade one and my neighbour three houses down, Stephanie, taught me to read in English. Before long, I was devouring everything in the Boucherville Elementary School library. It is truly a gift to know how to read. The things we learn!
Shalom and lotsa love and reading,
Dale
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Reading and writing rocks!! Good to see you’re still penning the good stuff Rochelle!!
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It was I
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Who wrote the above.
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I love this, Rochelle. I just released my first (real) children’s book. I hope I can have that affect on someone someday. Thanks to my mom and grandmother, I was reading by the time I was 3. There was a lot of Dr. Seuss involved.
Just for fun, here’s an idea of what your plush friend might look like today, or at least last May. This is my mom’s Chimpy, who currently resides in my old room. He’s seen some shit, even if his hearing isn’t what it used to be.
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Yay! It worked. There’s my mom’s finger.
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The only books I remember from that time are Thomas the Tank Engine and Noddy and Big Ears, neither of which I found amusing.
You might recall my own endeavours in that field with my Jack the little Giant series, now available on YouTube!
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We all have our favourite childhood books. ‘The Famous Five’ by Enid Blyton, come my mind.
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We all have our favourite childhood books. ‘The Famous Five’, comes to my mind.
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