A few weekends ago, I was sitting around with a group of friends and we got to talking about books we had loved when were kids.
Lots of different titles were discussed: Harriet the Spy, The Secret Garden, Anne of Green Gables, Winnie-the-Pooh, Island of the Blue Dolphins, Henry Huggins, Fantastic Mr. Fox, James and the Giant Peach.
We talked about how we had discovered the books we loved, and the phrase that got repeated again and again was “I remember my teacher reading it to the class.”
I wish those teachers could have heard us talking about books read to us more than 50 years ago, about how much we loved them and how we will never forget them.
You teachers out there (and you librarians, too): thank you for this gift you give every day.
I promise: those kids won’t forget the books. Or you.
And: thank you, Mrs. Boyette, for reading Island of the Blue Dolphins to our second grade class.

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