“To learn to read is to light a fire;
every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.”
There are moments . . . well, they are hard to explain . . . when you see something special. Not only was the light wonderful for this photograph, it tells a story. A story of a grandfather and his grandson sounding out words. Learning to read. Grandpa is good at teaching people to read and he patiently takes the word apart and explains why it is pronounced the way it is. It is often said that children learn to read, not in school, but on the laps of their parents and grandparents, I might add. Reading has always been a part of my life and the home where my children grew. We read every night and in the morning and in the middle of the day. Our little children didn’t just bring us a book to read . . . they brought a stack of books to read. We read them. First we read to them, each one, and then we read with them and then they read to each other. This photograph means much more to me than one with two people smiling at me. . . even if they are the same two people. There is quiet interaction in this photograph. Years from now I think that Talmage will look at it and remember his grandfather’s patience.
“There is more treasure in books
than in all the pirates’ loot on Treasure Island.”