I hope I help others be as proud of their accomplishment on literacy as I am to be a decendant of : Marian D.Heike( my mom),Clarian A.Lovitt( my favorite aunt,moms only sister),Agnes Kleeman Heike ( my dad’s mom),Lottie Henrietta Starkey Bittenger( mom’s mom), Gertrude Heike Rohr( my dad’s sister,teacher and mom of 5),Wava Heike ( Uncle Norman Ervin Eric Heike’s wife,brother of my dad,Dr.Leon Norbert Heike(lied about by his adopted daughter,Never ever laid a hand on mom). I’m here to share my love of written word in book form.
Reading is like magic as a young person learning what others know or knew in second grade its hard.
Being called upon so you can be tormented by your peers is harder still.There is more to reading then I had imaginged.
Confidence , confidence in yourself to stand your ground an read not afraid to stutter over words even today might still at sixty come hard. Always wishing no one called on me. No matter what you need to stumble before you can walk.
Learning to sound words out.Then the rules and letters seem to pop in your mind.The letters were as if sprinkled with fairy dust it seems in an instant the words are shouting at you. The words are every where. Red signs are no longer spelling out in my head.Im being shouted at ‘Stop,stop,S T O P!
Then instead of spelling you wander into the closet thats your moms pantry and every can has its own individual voice. By ten years old I was a reader.
A reader, it was not important any more summer school took a summer of my young life.
I no longer viewed it as a waste of time Mrs.Gruber taught thirty five of the to be graduating class of 1976 ,to have our own voice. We were readers.