Anna Learns to Read

1 10 2008

Anna taught herself to read when she was about three years old.  It sounds strange to say it, but I know of no other way to explain her early reading.  Yes, we read many, many books together.  Yes, we gave her ample opportunity to explore books on her own.  Yes, we answered her questions about books and words.  But we never set out to teach Samuel and her to read by themselves at such an early age.  Yet I can still remember the scene when I was reading a book to the two children.  Anna stopped me suddenly and pointing to the right side of the book, where we had not yet read, she read out loud a complete sentence.

I believe Anna possessed some native attributes that helped her to read.  She was very bright.  She loved to organize things and work puzzles.  I believe that when we read to the children, Anna figured out early on that the funny scratching marks on the paper—the letters and words on the page—seemed to have a relationship to the words in the story being read to her.  For her it became a code to be cracked.

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Always Good for a Cry

1 10 2008

At Anna’s memorial services in Richmond and Louisville we showed a slide show of pictures showing Anna from about 3 to 9 years old.  We used a song by Michael W. Smith that was a favorite of Anna.  The song is called “Anna.”  Can you guess why she liked it so much?

When we came to California we added a second song.  I had wanted to use a song by Anna’s favorite group, Switchfoot.  The song I wanted to use was called “Yesterdays” on the album Oh, Gravity!.  When we got to Louisville, however, I found a new song by the group that we did not know before.  Anna had never heard it.  It was a song from the closing credits from the second Narnia move, Prince Caspian, called “This is Home.”  As soon as I heard it I knew that it was the song I wanted for Anna.  It speaks of leaving an old life behind and moving into a new place.  The singer says, “Created for a place I’ve never known.”  That one line sums up what has happened to Anna and what will happen to all of us who believe in Jesus.  Even after Anna’s death, she can still say, “I’ve got my eyes wide; it’s not over yet.”  No, Anna, it is not over yet, for you will rise again and greet a new day facing your sweet Lord Jesus.





Some odd pictures

27 09 2008

Here is a photo of Anna in a stand of bamboo behind our house.

Anna and Sam in a kind of “Indonesian Gothic.”





Anna as a Baby

22 09 2008

The thing about Anna that seemed to strike everyone was her hair.  It stood straight up off of her head.  As she got older and her hair got longer we thought gravity would kick in at some point and bring it down to earth, or at least flat on the top of her head.  It reached the point where people—usually at church, for some reason—when seeing Anna would comment on how cute she was, and then turning to us and looking quite serious, would say, “You know, there’s something you can do about her hair.”

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Confessing the Faith of Another

21 09 2008

In chapel at Southern seminary two weeks ago I had an interesting experience that gave me a new insight into worship and confession.  Since Anna’s death, we have found worship difficult.  Listening to the word of God preached has always been a blessing.  It is often difficult, but it is always good.  Singing music has been more difficult and not always as much of a blessing.  We have found much of the music more banal than we did before Anna’s death.  It expresses a faith far too casual and breezy for where we are right now.

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A Friend Comments on Anna’s Life and Death

19 09 2008

A friend of ours wrote about Anna after Anna’s memorial service in Richmond, VA back in May.  She asks the question, “How can our lives, like Anna’s, reflect God’s glory,” and gives some practical steps.  Please check it out.





Anna, Shakespeare, and the Significance of a Life

18 09 2008

I think Anna’s love for Shakespeare began from listening to a cassette in our car.  It was part of a large series of stories on cassette told by an expert story-teller.  He took famous stories from history and literature and retold them, skillfully dramatizing the various characters.  This story teller told two stories by Shakespeare—The Taming of the Shrew and A Midsummer Night’s Dream.  We had a few books at home that retold the Shakespeare stories for children and Anna devoured each of them, developing a decided bias for Shakespeare’s comedies over his histories and tragedies.

 

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