Category: Reading

My childhood dream was to become a teacher. As we know, one of the fundamental roles of a teacher is to enable each student’s learning through knowing how to read and through valuing reading.

Initially, as a primary teacher, I loved teaching reading the most. Apart from the rudimentary lessons in decoding the language, I experienced great joy in reading a story aloud to the children. Also, I felt a thrill at their delight in sharing what they read. These reading sessions were a favourite part of my days. Yet, as we all know, reading is not confined to the subject of reading. It is a necessity across all subjects.

After a short break from teaching primary students, I took up high school teaching as the Reading Resource Teacher. Yes, it was an actual title in secondary schools in Western Australia for many years. My superintendent virtually guaranteed my continuity with a comment along these lines – Literacy is something that will never die. We all need to be literate, to read. 

What? No books!

In my role as a reading teacher, it took very little time for me to realise that I had been one of the most fortunate of children. In my thirteen years teaching in just one high school, I encountered too many secondary students who had slipped through primary school without mastering the skill of reading. Many had no books in their homes. Even more had no reading material at all – no newspapers (still popular in the day), no reading matter of significance.  The profound impact on their lives had already begun.

I took much joy – and experienced a lot of pain too – in helping teens with little background in reading acquire skills in

• reading for understanding;
• reading for real life situations (recipes, job application forms; how to make a kite – a great fun project) and
• the crème de la crème of reasons for reading – reading for pleasure.

They listened to me read Storm Boy and many other novels. They talked about books they read as part of my programs. They enthusiastically took part in writing their own stories for each other to read and for me to read aloud to their classmates. They were not only valuing reading, but also creating what they read became a pleasure for them.

Other levels of reading

As well as those lessons, in my general English classes I dared introduce Shakespeare to a relatively young group of students who were astounded that they could understand and respond to the classic. It reminded me to never underestimate the power of words. I was passing on what I imbibed as a child from my role models, my grandmother and my parents and from my peers – the joy of being read to and the joy of reading for pleasure.

A little more ‘proof’ on the value of reading

As a Reading Teacher, I was required to measure the ‘reading age’ of all incoming Year 8 students. My colleague and I ran standardised tests (I know, a whole new topic!) which we used as a benchmark. Curiously, I found these surprisingly accurate when I became more closely acquainted with some of the students in my own classes. An age-appropriate score didn’t always guarantee they understood everything they read, but it did mean they often had a good grasp of the act of reading and comprehending much of what they chose to read.

Without going into the whys and wherefores of such tests, I used these as a benchmark to closely monitor a Year 9 class for a full school year. This class read for 10-15 minutes at the start of every English class. I ensured that every child had reading material for each session.

A box of books to choose from sat on the front desk for errant students who’d forgotten to bring a book. It was also useful for those who finished their current novel and didn’t have their next one to hand.

Some reluctant readers grabbed a comic book which was allowed as not all students could get their heads into novels, even though that was preferred. Every student kept a reading log showing what they were reading. Each entry had start and finish dates. I’d check these at some stage during the lesson. Keen readers stood out as they usually showed a growing list of novels they’d read both at school and at home.

What does valuing reading have to do with frogs?

Of course, it would go without saying that we had the school library on board. The wonderful librarians fostered the love of reading in collaborative program that supported the classroom. One popular recollection is RIBIT – Read in Bed, It’s Terrific. Students chose novels from those promoted by the librarians or by classmates who shared a quick spiel about their latest favourite book.

The joy of reading, the marked pleasure I noted on the students’ faces as they shared what they read about, or chose to read aloud to their friends, remains with me many years after leaving the teaching profession.

Did all this reading make a difference?

Over the year I noted a gradual shift in reading habits for some of the reluctant readers. They appeared to enjoy the exercise of reading.

At the end of the year, we retested all participating students. Without exception, reading ages improved. The argument for natural growth according to age was factored in. Compared to the start of the year, reading every day – or at least every other day if only done at school – showed that students improved in their ability to comprehend what they were reading. (Comprehension of what was read was inherent in the tests.)

Other ways to encourage and value reading

For a year or two, I recall the entire lower secondary school being engaged in what was then the trend of silent reading for a few minutes after lunch. A compulsory ten minutes of Silent Reading was scheduled into every class regardless of the subject.

Ideally, this time was to be Uninterrupted Sustained Silent Reading, viz USSR – a huge ask in a large high school of over a thousand students. I must add that we had admin on our side for the program – and perhaps they too stopped and read for ten minutes! Teachers – imagine – books out, bags tossed aside, no PA announcements and complete silence for ten whole minutes. Bliss!

Where are we at today as a nation, with valuing reading?

Australia Reads states….“From reducing stress, to getting a better night’s sleep, reading for pleasure has proven benefits for mental health and wellbeing.”

According to a recent news bulletin received from Australia Reads, reading is once again on the agenda in Federal Parliament (Australia), and was spoken about as recently as June 27^th this year, 2024.

Children deserve that learning to read should be treated as a fundamental right. Today’s social media is not fulfilling the role of novels, of reading for pleasure, nor is it teaching discernment about what one reads. Literature that constructively teaches about life, or which engages one’s imagination in creative ventures is vitally important in today’s world. I hope that any nationwide initiatives will foster a love for reading.

What can you do to encourage and show that you value reading?

As a child I had a home that supported reading. I was fortunate. My father and mother read books for information, magazines, newspapers, and novels.

As a parent I’d encourage all parents to encourage their child or children to read from an early age. If books are not readily available, the local library is usually a great source. I loved sharing books with my children and grandchildren and often quote snippets or phrases that we all know. It creates a bond – something that beyond the mere words on the page.

Let’s leap back to frogs. My granddaughter loved a simple book called The Wide Mouthed Frog. She’s now several years older since we first enjoyed reading it together when she visited. We still quote sentences from the story today.

A random thought crosses my mind. Imagine the importance and value of reading to that surgeon who’s about to operate on you!

To be continued…

It is clear, I should hope, that I firmly believe learning to read and valuing reading starts in the home. In my next post, I’ll share more of the joys I’ve experienced with my own children and grandchildren. You can read about one example here.

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I love reading. It’s that simple! I live in Perth’s Darling Ranges where you will find me avoiding winter’s cold snaps such as we are currently experiencing, curled up in one of my reading nooks, devouring new publications by my favourite authors.

A reading nook anytime, day or night.

Why this obsession with reading?

At an early age I cannot recall being surrounded by any reading material at all. Up to the age of seven, my childhood was spent in a cottage, a tiny four-roomed home built from a shed on my grandfather’s farm. If I read anything then it remains a mystery as there was no money to spare: I recall few newspapers, books or magazines in the home.

However, I do recall my deeply religious grandmother would sit at our bedside and sing to us before leaving to go home after a visit: one hymn remains clear in my mind to this day. Her influence was that of reading the Bible – a book that gave instruction on how to live her life and that generated and supported her beliefs. My first ‘how to’ book from the great canon of literature still influences my life to some degree, though I heard it, rather than read it – rather like excerpts from an audio-book! Hearing the written word had a profound, positive influence on my ability to comprehend what I later learned to read.

In our second home, my parents’ circumstances seemed to change. My brothers and I grew up surrounded by books. I was ten when we moved the sixteen miles further inland to my parent’s property and into our new home. During my years there, I acquired so many books and comics I felt like I was Alice in Wonderland! I’d go down the proverbial rabbit hole into worlds created by wonderful writers. Among the many worlds I visited were those of Anne of Green Gables and Pollyanna which were given to me by an aunt as her daughter had outgrown the series and long since left home. I still own those copies. My post as a guest on Louise Allan’s, Writer’s in the Attic highlights more of my background.

Comics hold a special place in my heart

During my teens, my mother bought June, a comic, for me to enjoy. June was a British weekly girls’ comic anthology published by Fleetway Publications and IPC Magazines from 18 March 1961 to 15 June 1974. (Wikipedia) . Was it each week my mother managed to give me a copy or each month? No matter. It was a treat beyond belief. My brother became familiar with the Phantom. We were fortunate as children to have our parents foster a love of reading a variety of genres.

To that end, I have few qualms about encouraging reading of comic books such as those my grandchildren enjoy. My one reservation is the content, at times, does sit as comfortably as I’d care it to. It raises the question for me, if the content of June or other comic books of the time, upheld the same values as those my parents subscribed to. Certainly, for the comics to have been given to us, they must have ‘passed muster’, so to speak!

Bedtime reading

At night I’d sit up and read till my eyes fell out of my head! My mother’s voice admonished me to turn out the light as she passed by my door to her bedroom. Once I heard silence descend on our home, I’d sneak the light back on and keep reading!

A legacy handed down – the joy of reading

I grew up surrounded by the love of literature, of reading. It was part of my everyday existence. It still is.

Coming home on the school bus, my brother and I had to bring home the loaf of bread and the newspaper. So we grew up with printed matter at the table. Dad, like many fathers, sat at the head of the table, paper open, after a long day’s work. Once the meal started it was laid aside, and afterwards, he might pick it up and read it in the lounge room. That was before the days of television.

When Dad died, Mum gave us the biography he was reading on Sean Connery. He enjoyed learning about other’s lives, as do I. The main point here is, my father was reading literature till the time he left us. Now that’s a testimony to the joy of reading.

Why are these seemingly insignificant events of importance to me?  

 Life without books is unimaginable to me! I live with books in every room – bookcases lining my walls, books I’ve bought and given away, books I discover in bookstores where the pages smell new; books I find with layers of dust on in second-hand stores, books I find on market stalls. Perhaps I ought to have been a librarian! It might have saved a lot of money!

What do you enjoy reading?

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To be continued….

This is the first of a series of posts about my love of my reading and of readers in their element.

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