![]() Eldredge’s arm, which took the fear out of trying to read. The intervention I needed most, though, I got. I would have benefited from an Orton-Gillingham tutor back then. At the end of first grade, I was still a poor reader, and, to this day, I’m painfully slow at getting through a book. A Story of Overcoming Dyslexia: The Importance of Support None of the children laughed at his clumsy reading because he had the enforcer next to him. When she came to the boy who struggled with reading, she pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. As he stammered and stuttered, unable to produce the right sounds, Mrs. Eldredge went from table to table, listening and correcting pronunciations, sprinkling powder on her students as she passed by. Eldredge, and while she was firm in preserving order in the classroom, she never ridiculed or embarrassed anyone.ĭuring reading period, as the students sat at round tables and took turns reading aloud - “See Spot run! Run! Run! Run!” - Mrs. His teacher, a kindly woman with white, curly hair, wore lots of powder that sprinkled down on her students as she walked by. He had trouble with Dick and Jane and letters, sounds, and words. He entered first grade in 1955 in a public school in a small town on Cape Cod. Let me tell you about a first-grader who had trouble learning to read. A Story of Overcoming Dyslexia: The Beginning ![]()
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