It all started on a very hot day in September. School had been in session for less than two weeks, and, as visiting author and storyteller, I was already making my third visit of the year. The school was in Georgia, and the temperature inside the building, one of those dinosaurs from the days when no one could imagine air conditioning in schools, was at least in the high 80s, with ample humidity to hold the heat firmly in place.
I checked in at the main office and had my preliminary meeting with the school principal. We reviewed the schedule for the day, the principal apologized for the heat, and we left the office together to walk to the library where I would be turned over the librarian, my host and guide for Visiting Author's Day.
Because of the heat, every window and door of the school was propped open, and every available fan had been pressed into service. As the principal and I walked down the long hall, we could overhear everything that was happening in the classrooms along the way.
As we approached one particular fifth-grade room, more than the usual amount of talking seemed to be coming through the open door. Suddenly, from inside the classroom, we heard the teacher take charge.
"Stop talking!" Her voice rolled out from the door. "Stop talking...you're supposed to be working on language!"
The principal and I both stopped in our tracks and laughed.
From the moment they are born, we encourage children to talkThat discription is from the back cover. It's a little book, relatively speaking only 139 pages. Yet it isn't small, since Donald Davis looms large within its pages.
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