This is my ninth post, for age 9, of the October Memoir and Backstory Challenge hosted by Jane Anne McLachlan. My previous posts: Baby Speed Eater, Two Tales, Curls, Most Magical Christmas, Kindergarten, Places, Mental Health in 1969, and The Boxcar Children.
Mrs. Bridges, my fourth grade teacher, read aloud from the Laura Ingalls Wilder series every day after lunch. Of course, I had the same frustration that I do now with audio books — too slow! So, I borrowed the books from the library until Christmas when Santa brought the boxed set.
This was still a few years before the Little House on the Prairie television series, so I had a head start on the story from many of my contemporaries.
I wrote an ode to books in the fourth grade.
Obviously, I had begun to appreciate books for their information as well as the entertainment value. Even fiction, I realized, could be a source for making a person smarter. A common topic at our family dinner table was “what did you learn in school today?” As often as not, what I learned was something about the way things were done in the olden days because Mrs. Bridges read us an exploit of the Ingalls family making maple syrup or surviving a blizzard.
How did you come to appreciate books as the fount of knowledge?