My Discoveries About My Literacy Journey?

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Prior to this assignment, I had never really given much thought to my own literacy journey. Going back in time to find out what that journey looked like was very complicated. However, by taking some of my mother’s memories and mixing them with some of my own, I believe I have connected the dots and learned about myself. To share that information with you, I will need to share more than just my discoveries about my literacy journey, I also need to share some background information.
My mother and father were in a car accident when I was five years old. That accident ended my father’s life, and substantial injuries hospitalized my mother for approximately six months. During that time, my siblings and I lived with our grandparents in Sheboygan,
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Yde, personal communication, November 12, 2016). Before my father’s death, we were a family that traveled north every weekend and spent our days outdoors. During the week, both of my parents worked factory jobs on opposite shifts, and each of them put in long hours. There wasn’t time for them to read to us, and I honestly can’t remember having anything but coloring books in the house. We did have a wonderful play kitchen area, but it was stocked with the typical plastic foods and pans, not paper and writing supplies. We did a lot of playing that included speaking and listening, but not reading or …show more content…
Yde, personal communication, November 12, 2016). We evidently made many trips to the library. She goes on to say all of my teachers from that point on left positive feedback about my ability to read and write (J. Yde, personal communication, November 12, 2016). Looking through old report cards, told me that I was an A/B student, quiet, and my teachers were very happy with me. However, those report cards started near the end of first grade and stopped at fifth grade. The one first grade report card we had said that I had made great progress. None of the other teachers made any notes about concerns or struggles, although a few did make comments about the fact that I seemed to love to read and my handwriting was very neat. By the time I entered high school, I was taking honors level reading classes, and creative writing classes. My high school creative writing teacher once told me, “Whatever you do, don’t stop writing.” She used to tell me that I had a gift for telling a story (High School Writing Teacher, personal conversation, 1982). The only teacher that seemed to have concerns about my literacy skills, was my first-grade

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