She slowly opens her hand to show me tiny, sun bleached snail shells. Five children, are down on their knees searching the ground. Three girls and two boys look for these remnants from ages past. The children have black thick hair and brown eyes. Most the boys in the school have a braid down their backs. All the children are lively and inquisitive, and run, play tag, swing and become curious about what they notice on the ground during recess.
Mrs. Young blows her whistle. Recess is over at the Lillian Valley School. Thirteen children, kindergarten through second grade, run to get in line. I am here to listen to the children read one-on-one, except for the kindergartners who are excited about someone reading to them.
In 1998 the children's school was started when the elders of the Shoshone-Bannock tribes asked for a small private Christian school to be initiated next to the tribal lands. The elders were concerned for the welfare of the children because many children live with their grandparents.
Lillian Valley, one of the elders and an Episcopal deacon went to her Idaho bishop to receive permission to start the school under diocesan sponsorship. Thus the Lillian Valley School was started. No longer under church sponsorship, the school is funded entirely by private donations. It has the capacity for thirty children, k-5.
The school is separated into two groupings. The lower level is k-2, and the upper level is 3-5th grades. Each level has one teacher and one teacher's aide. I am there as a volunteer in the reading program two mornings per week. I go to both classrooms to listen to the children.
Coyle, not his real name, has a long thick braid down his back. He brings a chapter book to read to me. I ask the readers whether they want to alternate reading the pages with me or read all the pages by themselves. Coyle tells me, "I want to read the pages by myself so I will remember the words."
Coyle's chapter book is about six year olds who go to camp and are away from home the first time. They are all homesick and cry, but not Rachel, who is described as being brave.
"Coyle, are girls brave?"
"NO girls are brave!"
"You mean NO girls are brave? Don't you know ANY brave girls?"
"My mom is brave."
"Was she brave when she was a girl?"
Coyle is caught up in the joke, "Okay, she's brave and so is my grandma."
"And Rachel is brave also," I point out.
Coyle is laughing and he looks at my mouth, "You've got a gold tooth."
He catches Larry's attention, who is reading out loud, holding his chapter book up in front of his face as he walks in a circle around the room. "Hey, she's got a gold tooth," Coyle lets Larry know.
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Mrs. Young blows her whistle. Recess is over at the Lillian Valley School. Thirteen children, kindergarten through second grade, run to get in line. I am here to listen to the children read one-on-one, except for the kindergartners who are excited about someone reading to them.
In 1998 the children's school was started when the elders of the Shoshone-Bannock tribes asked for a small private Christian school to be initiated next to the tribal lands. The elders were concerned for the welfare of the children because many children live with their grandparents.
Lillian Valley, one of the elders and an Episcopal deacon went to her Idaho bishop to receive permission to start the school under diocesan sponsorship. Thus the Lillian Valley School was started. No longer under church sponsorship, the school is funded entirely by private donations. It has the capacity for thirty children, k-5.
The school is separated into two groupings. The lower level is k-2, and the upper level is 3-5th grades. Each level has one teacher and one teacher's aide. I am there as a volunteer in the reading program two mornings per week. I go to both classrooms to listen to the children.
Coyle, not his real name, has a long thick braid down his back. He brings a chapter book to read to me. I ask the readers whether they want to alternate reading the pages with me or read all the pages by themselves. Coyle tells me, "I want to read the pages by myself so I will remember the words."
Coyle's chapter book is about six year olds who go to camp and are away from home the first time. They are all homesick and cry, but not Rachel, who is described as being brave.
"Coyle, are girls brave?"
"NO girls are brave!"
"You mean NO girls are brave? Don't you know ANY brave girls?"
"My mom is brave."
"Was she brave when she was a girl?"
Coyle is caught up in the joke, "Okay, she's brave and so is my grandma."
"And Rachel is brave also," I point out.
Coyle is laughing and he looks at my mouth, "You've got a gold tooth."
He catches Larry's attention, who is reading out loud, holding his chapter book up in front of his face as he walks in a circle around the room. "Hey, she's got a gold tooth," Coyle lets Larry know.
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