Wilma Bailey Research Paper

Like many parents, mine were supportive of my learning and development at an early age and as I grew, they read to me along with other learning techniques. My mother and father read various children 's books to me in their spare time; and after I had matured some had me read along as well. The books we read together consisted of fairy tale books and short stories such as The Turtle and the Hare. Reading together helped me learn a wider variety of words and inspired myself to pursue reading at an early age on my own. When I was around the age of four or five; my mother and father bought me the leapfrog read along toy as a birthday gift. The toy came with children’s books and a pen that was used to follow along as

The reason why reading is one of my values is because I love it and it helps expand your vocabulary. Reading for me is like watching TV in your head but you get to decide what things look like and what people look like, or how you interpreted it, no one could think you or see the exact same image you do. My mom taking me to library almost three times a week when i was younger is what has helped shaped me into loving to read. Most kids would go to the library to play on the computer while I would go to the library to read, the thought would never have even crossed my mind about playing on the computer because i was so in love with reading. I think reading is an amazing thing to do as long as you can find the right book to

She did not live long after she get out the hospital and one of my uncles get married and move away from home to live with his wife. My aunt and her son migrated to another Caribbean country which she ends up die a few years later also by cancer. In this case, at age ten I was living with one of my uncle and grandfathers. Growing with two male figures in my life was not fun because they would have to be at work and I would have to stay at home all by myself but they will always ensure the house have enough food for me to eat and my grandfather did not let me miss a dad from school. My granddad motivates me in every way he can he would randomly say "Sam hold up your head and keep focus in school we are from a poor family", numerous of times he would remind me he's very sick with diabetes and he would love to see that I'm successful before God take the breath away from him. I want to become a crime scene investigator or a divorce lawyer to contribute back to my grandfather and also let him live to see my

Some of the oldest and fondest memories I have from my childhood are those of my mother reading to me. Before I even began Kindergarten, I remember my mom reading stories to me from children’s books, or making up stories as she went along. I enjoyed listening to the stories and still remember some to this day. She also taught me how to write my name, count, and recite the alphabet. I loved the time I spent reading with my mom because she made it fun, so much so that I didn’t realize I was learning.

Neither of my parents attended college, but my sister became a nurse and created a glass ceiling that I never thought I would be able to shatter. As I was pushed towards a nursing degree and told that it was “good enough” I failed and blundered through my first few years of college. I didn’t want to be a nurse and I knew that in my heart I wouldn’t be happy with the profession, so I took a break and became a nanny for a child with autism. I traveled the world with this little boy and after two years had passed I became more confident and ready to fight for my dreams.

My love of reading blossomed when I was a child, because my parents showed me how wonderful reading is. There were countless nights when I remember myself as a little girl refusing to go to sleep before ‘tucking dad into bed’ by reading him a picture book. Not only did I uphold that tradition though, but my mother is a preschool teacher, so she gets really into reading out loud, and she would help me read books such as The Boxcar Children set, The Secret of NIMH and The Chronicles of Narnia weekly until I didn’t need help anymore.

Last week we wrote a blog and one of the questions was “How did you learn to read and write?”  I found this question interesting because I never had really thought about the moment when I actually learned how to read and write. My mom was the first person to expose me to reading and writing. A popular tactic she did to make sure I was staying engaged was to read aloud stories and make me follow along with her. My mom would read me many different stories like Tarzan, Bambi, Aladdin, Peter Pan, Lion King, The Jungle Book, and Hercules. whatever I wanted to listen and follow along with, she would read with me. This really helped with my want to read. The books contained a lot of adventure, which made it easy as a kid to follow along with. I became to gain an imagination and then all of a sudden reading was easier.

My parents grew up in families with little parental direction. Attending school, overcoming adversity, getting a job and becoming successful were up to their own making. Although my parents did not go to college, they took advantage of other opportunities to better their lives so that my siblings and I would be able to attend universities. They worked hard to get jobs even without college degrees, and then worked harder to maintain those jobs; subsequently, this furthered their positions in their workplaces. By setting an example of making the most of what life has to offer, they influenced me to seize every opportunity that crosses my path. Going to college was not an opportunity my parents could take advantage of, but it is one that I can.

Most of what I can remember from my childhood is being read to by my mom and her teaching me how to read, alongside my older sister. During the day all that I wanted to do was have my mom read to me, so she would. And every night before I went to bed she would let me pick one book for her to read to me. It was my favorite part of everyday. It wasn’t just at home that people would read to me, my grandma would too whenever we went to her house. She had this book full of short stories that always had a good lesson at the end. I loved hearing my grandma’s soothing voice right before I fell asleep. My favorite book was “One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish” by Dr. Seuss. Since my mom read it to me at least once everyday, I began to memorize it. I wasn’t actually reading the words on the page, I just knew the story so well that I could recite it.

Ever since I can remember, my beautiful mother, Anne, would read to me. She would set me in her lap in our big green rocking chair and read Winnie the Pooh, and Dr. Seuss but my all time favorite was Dr. Seuss's "Green Eggs & Ham". No matter where we were or who we were with, she would read that book to me. She read it so many times I'm sure she could recite it word for word. After a few hundred times of her reading it to me, I had all 62 pages memorized. I could even tell when she skipped a page, which I don't blame her, its a long book. At the time, I had no idea simply reading this book would affect my literacy. But by 3, I had 50 words memorized just from the book. As I grew, so did my love for books. I often read in my preschool with

Growing up, both of my grandmothers was school teachers who enjoyed reading to me and my cousins whenever the opportunity arose. Many of my favorite memories as a child learning to read lead back to my favorite book my nana would always read to me, The Napping House by Audrey Wood. I would quote the book cover to cover, before actually learning to read, pretending that I was reading in the meantime. My mother also played an important role in my learning to read and write, she and my nana were always encouraging me to read book series like Junie B. Jones, The Little House on the Prairie, The Boxcar Children, Nancy Drew,

Wilma Rudolph is the person I am creating a memorial for. Here is a little background about Wilma; she was born in Tennessee in 1940, but because she was born prematurely and was stricken with polio she had some disabilities with her legs. She overcame those disabilities with physical therapy and her extreme determination. She became the first American women to win 3 gold medals in a single Olympic. She is one of the pioneers to women’s Track and Field. She was just 16 when she first made it to the Olympics in Melbourne, Australia. In her second Olympics she set 3 records: the 100-meter dash, the 200-meter dash, and the 4-by-100-meter relay. Wilma was considered the world’s fastest women in the 60’s. She won the Associated Press Women Athlete

Melinda Whitfield was born April 10, 1947. She is one of six siblings, three brothers and two sisters. She have four children, three girls and 1 boy. Ms Whitfield started working her first job at the age of fourteen grinding tobacco. The pay back then was five dollars a day for working in the field. She got her first car at the age of 21. Ms Whitfield lived in New Jersey in her early ages, while living in New Jersey she occupied two jobs. The first job she occupied was working as a cashier at McDonald's. The second job she occupied was a phone operator. After living in New Jersey for a couple of years she moved to North Carolina, where she worked as a panties inspector. In the year of 1988 her mother passed. Also this was the year she started

Growing up, I was not a child who had interest in sitting down to read a book, like my mom. I am very grateful for my mom because she has pushed me to my limits with reading and writing. As a four year old child, the last thing on my mind was learning how to read. Every night, my mom would sit down with me and read for 15 minutes. She bought me a zebra finger pointer that I put on my index finger that guided me to follow along so, I would not lose my spot. Having my zebra helped my get through those dreadful 15 minutes.

My mother, Kelly Perkins, has been the most influential part in my life of reading with the way she made me when I didn’t exactly want too and taking me to visit libraries and famous authors houses.. This might have to do with the fact that she is an english teacher and has discovered that children who read more typically do better in school. Since reading is her area of expertise she influenced me from a young age to appreciate reading, although that may not have always been the easiest with a stubborn child like myself she still managed to never give up no matter how difficult I was. Suffering through we managed to come out with many stories to tell.