I started reading early then I went to school and they made me read Janet and John.
I don't think I ever had to deal with them.
Mum, dad, boy, girl, dog, middle class urban and patriarchal...............
Oh, and with regard to writing, they tried to force me to be right handed. They failed. :o)
Edited at 2013-10-29 06:05 pm (UTC)
Makes the Miller and the Elves sound wildly stimulating...
Jack and Janet and Tip and Mitten. I still remember them. I really don't remember a time I couldn't read and write, nor do I remember learning. I remember being read TO - but we had family story hour off and on for a LONG time.
I remember learning to write cursive. That I remember.
I believe my mother read me Winnie-the-Pooh. I'm not sure what else.
Pinocchio. I remember that. She did always encourage me to read, though, and still does.
I remember "I, said the sparrow, with my little bow and arrow..." and I also remember her reading Chicken Little.
There was a book of nursery rhymes. I found Who Killed Cock Robin? mysterious and disturbing.
I still do. I wonder why it's considered a nursery rhyme? I'm sure any child would find it mysterious and disturbing. They probably don't allow it to be read to children any more....
A lot of the best nursery rhymes have that quality. It's what makes them endure. They're like remembered fragments from an otherwise forgotten dream.
Edited at 2013-10-29 09:51 pm (UTC)
I remember being fairly slow, and trying to get to the end of Tip and Mitten (the tedious story of a bourgeois puppy and a kitten) over and over again for days at a time. This would be at age 5. I also remember lessons in which we learned the alphabet from letters: 'I' was for 'Indian', I recall. I was jealous of Neil Radley, who could read better than me. But in my next relevant memory, I can read better than anyone else in the class. There are probably six months between those memories. What happened to effect the change? I've no idea. Alien probes, probably.
I can remember learning to read and not finding it easy, struggling my way through Janet and John before graduation to Dick and Dora. Looking back, I was possibly at least slightly dyslexic, but like you, something apparently miraculous happened and once I got the hang of it, I was one of the best and keenest readers in the class.
Tip and Mitten was before my time. I don't remember having to deal with any of those primers. The Miller and the Elves- which is where my memory clicks in- was already a fairly advanced piece of writing, with several paragraphs to the page.
Ype, I remember Tip and Mitten. All the readers had stories of 'the family', and the family had one dad, one mom, one boy child, one or two girl children and a dog and a cat. Everyone lived in a house. Everyone went to school. It seemed like they all lived in small towns....
Edited at 2013-10-29 06:30 pm (UTC)
I can remember being able to write 3 words: 'cat', 'owl' and 'Alice'. I can't remember going from not being able to read to being able, but I do remember suddenly noticing that Rupert Bear stories had a chunk of text telling a longer version of the rhyming couplet above it.
I have a book I wrote in the earliest days of literacy. It has pictures and text- both very straggly. The first page reads, "Mouse goes for a walk". Later it gets more exciting. "Mouse sees a pirate" and "Baa-lamb sees a dragon".
My mum could probably provide me with similar examples! Rupert must have been a big early influence because I wrote a lot of really terrible rhyming couplets (in fact for years I thought 'annual' meant 'book with stories told in pictures and verse').
I remember being in my dad's car and writing out my name for the first time. My parents got me (or probably, my older sisters) a set of Year Book Encyclopedias. I would sit on the couch and flip through them cover to cover. I don't remember learning to read either, but I could do it before I got to school.
It's amazing how receptive children are. Learning to read and write from scratch is an enormous task for an adult, but children seem to manage it effortlessly.
They just don't know any better.