tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post5354396215757617492..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: Miss WoronoskiDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-77441257306504193782018-05-27T13:37:59.073-06:002018-05-27T13:37:59.073-06:00What a wonderful story! I hope I can help shape my...What a wonderful story! I hope I can help shape my 4-year old son into a lover of books and reading. He doesn't seem to be interested which is very sad for me. My 1 year old daughter on the other hand, is always pretending to be reading. I try to read her a story for the book she looks at and won't let me. She wants to "read" it herself. Lissettehttp://sillybabiesblog.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-62508324071697621542018-05-27T11:41:34.032-06:002018-05-27T11:41:34.032-06:00Oh my goodness! How perfect! Those early days of r...Oh my goodness! How perfect! Those early days of reading really do shape us. LauraEhlershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00174524869895005180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-76539112522678143712018-05-26T23:45:21.140-06:002018-05-26T23:45:21.140-06:00You brought back so many memories Diane - the clas...You brought back so many memories Diane - the class picture for a start! We had Dick and Dora books that sound just like yours - helping and getting into little adventures. Such a lovely trip down memory lane!Leannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05623420015695351280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-76925048757925853582018-05-26T22:13:47.406-06:002018-05-26T22:13:47.406-06:00Like Delores, I learned seemingly by osmosis as I ...Like Delores, I learned seemingly by osmosis as I absorbed the lessons my mum desperately tried to teach my older sister and remember being a bit upset when I finally made it to grade one and was handed the exact same book, which I had already been reading from every time my sister put it down. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-58740905415478285172018-05-26T17:37:37.485-06:002018-05-26T17:37:37.485-06:00That school picture. Third from the left, second ...That school picture. Third from the left, second row from the bottom? That girl is me! Or my twin. I had the same haircut the same dress. I didn't have the same teacher, but that didn't matter - I self taught myself to read, and my first grade teacher took that spark, cupped it in her hand, and blew it into a blaze. There is nothing as precious as a good teacher. I loved this post!Alanahttp://ramblinwitham.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-91688893867771915372018-05-26T14:33:23.595-06:002018-05-26T14:33:23.595-06:00I love this post. I had a lot of adults who read t...I love this post. I had a lot of adults who read to me as a toddler and with their help taught myself to read when I was three, but I can relate to the panic of being called on in class. The first book I actually read by myself was one called I See a Kitty. I think I can still recite it by heart. After I learned to read, the adults in my life kept me well stocked with books I loved until I was old enough to walk to the library by myself. BarbRadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15899642277679265680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-39807032786801615162018-05-26T14:05:40.450-06:002018-05-26T14:05:40.450-06:00I am with Delores here. I cannot remember not rea...I am with Delores here. I cannot remember not reading. And am so very grateful to my early teachers. Indeed to all teachers, because I am still learning.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-42217462408032909392018-05-26T13:57:23.640-06:002018-05-26T13:57:23.640-06:00The magic of words. I could read before grade on...The magic of words. I could read before grade one (not that I'm bragging you understand) because my Mom read to me every night and I guess it just seeped in by osmosis (or something). Our primary reader was all about Dick and Jane.only slightly confusedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08165115156889904978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-45325439925768672442018-05-26T12:11:47.424-06:002018-05-26T12:11:47.424-06:00I love this, Diane! I wish every child could have ...I love this, Diane! I wish every child could have a Miss Woronoski to help them learn to read. The world is so much more accessible when you have good reading skills. That book cover is familiar to me but the one I recall first reading was My Little Red Story Book. My mental picture of that book includes my classroom, the exact desk where I was sitting, and my awesome teacher, Mrs. Miller!jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.com