Welcome to my first blog post! My first post will be about how I came up with the title for my blog. It is also about some of my favorite books when I was a child and my childhood memories. I believe I am passionate about teaching children and children’s books because of those early experiences. We are made up of the memories we hold and the books we read.
Along with my passion for children’s books, the title for my blog comes from my young love for Davy Jones from The Monkees. I had a huge crush on him when I was a child. Of course, I didn’t know at the time that I was already watching re-runs of the show. That crush lasted throughout my life. Just like Marcia from The Brady Bunch, if Davy Jones would have kissed me on the cheek…I would have never wiped it off either.
That is why I was sad to hear about his death this year. I still remember hearing about it on NPR on my way home from work. They played a clip of him talking about his life. He sounded as happy as ever. And that is the clip that will always stay in my mind. Even though I didn’t know Davy Jones personally it sounds like he was indeed a daydreamer and followed his bliss.
Click on the picture of Davy Jones to hear the NPR broadcast.
My childhood was not just filled with starry eyes for Davy Jones but also much daydreaming (and reading). No homecoming queen here. Instead, I would stomp around on my stuffed animals in my red boots to “These Boots are Made for Walking”.
Or pretend with my friends to be in a scene from the movie Flash Gordon!
So my early experiences shaped who I am today. And many of my fondest memories from childhood included books I read at school and with my family. I felt indeed like I was dreaming while reading.
I can trace my passion today for children’s books back to three books from my childhood. In fact, I have shared these books with my students and they are as loved today as they were when I read them as a child.
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein is made up of hilarious poems and pictures that will never stop being as touching as they are funny.
I will never forget when my third grade teacher read James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl aloud to the class. I can still remember the vivid pictures in my head of the peach as she was reading. I was from that moment on hooked on reading.
When my fourth grade teacher (and also my favorite teacher ever) read Tales of A Fourth Grade Nothing by Judy Blume, it was hysterical. The memory of Fudge and his antics stayed with me. I loved the book so much I read it every year to my 4th grade students.
So my childhood memories and fondness for children’s books have led me to create this blog and share my passions. What about you? What are some of your fondest memories or favorite books from your childhood? How have those experiences helped to create the person you are today? I look forward to hearing from you in the comments section.
A huge thank-you goes out to all my Nerdy Book Club friends for their help and support on getting my blog up and running. I especially want to thank David Etkin and John Schu for their technical support and Shannon Houghton for my amazing blog title. Thank you so much.