As a younger child, my mother worked in a long-term care facility. Her shift was such that I would ride to work with her and then catch the bus from tAs a younger child, my mother worked in a long-term care facility. Her shift was such that I would ride to work with her and then catch the bus from the facility to my school (yes, this was the seventies. . .we did these kinds of things).
I still remember Otto who made these lovely items out of rubber balls and yarn. I wish I had mine still.
I still remember Frieda who would bang her spoon around her bowl when it was empty. The memory is as clear as the Maypo I would share with the residents.
And perhaps this is why I am drawn to this Mem Fox story about a young man who lives next door to a group home of elderly residents. Each of these individuals have something to offer Wilfrid, but there is one special lady--one who has four names too--that has a special place in Wilfrid's heart.
When Wilfrid overhears his parents talking about Nancy Alison Delacort Cooper's memory, Wilfrid sets out to find out what a memory is. And with each resident giving him a different definition of the word, "memory," Wilfrid sets out to put together a memory collection for his friend.
Writer's Workshop ready for discussions and writing invitations about memories.
For older readers, talk about the power of definition.
Wonderful, natural ladders to TUESDAYS WITH MORRIE, SOMETHING TO REMEMBER, TIP-TAP POP, and a host of other books that celebrate multigenerational interactions....more