Sunday, March 3, 2013

Memory Box Pre-school

I'm working on my data (for my very autoethnographic dissertation). One of the things I do for my literacy narrative/life history is to go over my memory box to remember things better. Today I worked on my pre-school years and found these. I thought it would be cool to share them here. This way you will get to know me a little better. The first picture is my mother, my father and me. I took pictures of these pictures because I don't have a scanner so I'm afraid the quality is not so good besides they are in black and white. Gosh, this makes me feel old. 
and here is me eating my favorite crackers

My mom used to take me to a photo studio to get my pictures taken. This was my favorite photo when I was a kid. You can imagine why. It's because of the giant donkey of course. Well, at the time I thought it was giant.

This is a photo of my grandmothers and Mom
During a visit to the zoo. The woman on the right holding my hand is my aunt Colleen. She was my first English teacher.

Here is evidence showing how eager I was to read when I was a kid :-P. In this photo I'm trying to grab my grandmother's magazine. My mom tells me that I learned to read at the age of 3.5. Needless to say I have no memory of how it all began but I do remember practicing writing in front of the TV. There was a TV show at the time which taught how to read and write to adults. I guess literacy rate was low at that time. I learned how to read watching that public TV show. My first encounter with English was also before elementary school. I had an American aunt, Colleen. Dear Colleen taught me a little English. I even remember the book she used and one dialog from the book which took place in a train station. It began with "Excuse me what time is it?" My first formal English lessons began after I finished elementary school. I'm happy to say English education begins much earlier now in Turkey.
Here is my grandfather from my father's side. Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of the other one. I lost both my grandfathers but my grandmothers are well and alive.

This is the picture of the pocket watch which I think belonged to my grandfather. An item from my memory box. I don't really have many items from that period of my life. Mostly some photos and the watch.

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