English Literacy Narrative Essay

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Justin Smith Ireland English 101 27 January 2013 Victorious My father, a blue collar worker like his father before him, would drop my sister and I off at five in the morning at a small house on the corner of San Pedro and Wallisville Road in east Houston. The house was white with cast iron bars on the windows and a perfectly manicured lawn. This house belonged to my grandparents. East Houston is not known as being a center for learning, but little did I know that it would be the beginning of my reading and writing experience. An experience taught to me by a lady with nary a fourth grade education herself, and limited knowledge of the English language. At five in the morning my grandmother would have breakfast made, her hair and makeup done, and blankets and pillows set up in the TV room for the five grandchildren she took care of everyday. Around six in the morning my three cousins would show up in the TV room and we would all crowd around the 19-inch television and watch cartoons trying to fend off sleep. My grandmother would sit quietly in her orange colored recliner and read her bible while the cousins watched Wile E. Coyote try to kill the roadrunner. However, I was more interested with what my grandmother was reading, and I would sit by her side and watch her read and underline passage after passage in her bible. Her lips would move while she read to herself, and she kept a dictionary on the armrest to look up words she did not know. I remember thinking to myself “why does she need to look up these words?” It was the only book I had ever seen her read. The day would go on and my grandmother would get all the kids bathed and fed. After bath time and lunchtime came my favorite time of day. All of the cousins would sit around the large eight-person kitchen table and play games. The oldest grandchild, a chunky seven-year old by the name of

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