I can remember, quite distinctly, moving back to Virginia from Kansas in the third grade. The one thing that sticks out in my head more than anything, (besides being yelled at for writing in cursive when my other peers hadn’t learned it yet), was wanting to go to school every day because my teacher was reading Matilda out loud. I was absolutely enthralled with this book. I still remember the way I felt one morning walking to the bus stop when I was so excited because I knew we would be reading it that day. Roald Dahl is a classic children’s author. His memoir Boy, however, is more for grown-ups than it is for children. When I think about this memoir, I can’t help but think that it is read the world over by grown-ups who just never could quit shake off the feeling that Roald Dahl left them with as a child and wanted to read more about him. I know that is how I felt.
It is difficult for someone to remember much of what happened in their childhood. I think it is a testament to how much Roald Dahl’s mother loved him and how much she valued what her son had to say that she kept all of his letters he sent home while he was at boarding. I am sure that as he perused these letters that his mother has saved, some of the memories returned to him. I am quite amazed at the things he does remember.
In Boy, Dahl talks about how his headmasters would never let them write home anything negative, but Dahl remembers the negative. He remembers, quite distinctly, some things that must have been horrific to a nine-year-old far away from his mother. I absolutely love that he calls out the Archbishop of Canterbury for beating boys when he was a headmaster. I can only imagine the kind of day that man had when Roald Dahl’s book came out. As I read about his memories from his childhood, many of which are awful, it reminds me once again of the power we have as teachers. Do we want to create an environment where students remember sixty years after they left our classroom, things that we did? Of course we do! As for me, however, I want my students to remember that they learned a great deal from me, not that I tortured them by putting them in the “low” group and forcing them to read out loud. As I was reading about Roald Dahl’s experiences in boarding school, I kept thinking about how I used to wish I could go to a boarding school when I was younger. I always thought that it would be a wonderful experience where children were allowed to act like adults and do whatever they want. This account of boarding schools is far removed from what I remember.
I loved the history of Dahl’s life, but I feel that there is much more in these pages. Beyond being a powerful recollection of his childhood, I can’t help but stop and be amazed at how different things were only a hundred years ago. The opening chapter where Dahl talks about his father’s life as a child, and his amputation that resulted from a drunk doctor’s misdiagnosis really puts a life in perspective, I believe. When I read about Dahl’s “ancient sister” (I loved this. I also loved how he called her fiancĂ©e “manly lover.” I tried to think of clever names for me, Kerry, and Colleen. Kerry, how do you feel about quietly clever? Colleen, how do you feel about the smiling saint? Ha ha. Maybe mine could be rapturous reader? Ok, I’m off topic now.) getting her appendix taken out on a table in their home, I was mortified. Because Dahl’s father had become quite rich before he died, Roald Dahl’s story is quite different than many others would be at that time. I particularly enjoyed the chapter where Roald Dahl almost gets his nose cut off as he is thrown from the car that his sister only spent thirty minutes learning how to drive. It made me wonder when driver’s licenses became a requirement? Because Roald Dahl did not die until 1990, I seem to think that he was a “modern man,” but many of the parts of his life, like the fact that he did not use ballpoint pens in school, remind me of how incredibly different life was like for the generation before me. I wonder what the generation to come will think of my life when I am old?
As I read this book, I tried to look through his words and see where he got his inspiration for the books, as I am sure many others have. He admits that his experience with receiving Cadbury eggs while he was in boarding school influenced Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but obviously the candy store where he and his friend bought gobstoppers and Sherbert Suckers must have given him ideas as well. Did the dead mouse in the candy jar inspire the salamander in the water jug? I wonder if perhaps Miss Honey was a reflection or his mother. I loved reading this book and thinking about how these seemingly ordinary every day events influenced one of my favorite children’s authors.
Obviously, there are tons of things on the internet that are Roald-Dahl related. There is an official Roald Dahl website that has lots of information and activities on it. I think that a great thing to start of a new school year would be to do an author study of Roald Dahl. September is Roald Dahl month (he was born on September 13, two days before my own birthday!) There is an official Roald Dahl reading Dahlathon that students can participate it. Check it out here and show off your Roald Dahl fandom next year!
In case you think that Roald Dahl is a remnant of the past and that I am holding onto my own childish fantasies (which I am in a small way), google Roald Dahl’s name and look at all the very recent news articles that have come out about him. I particularly like this one, that talks about a recently discovered two page manuscript that has been lost for three decades!
Colleen and Kerry—were you at all like me and looked up pictures of Roald Dahl to see if you can find evidence of Dahl’s nose being sewn back on! Also, did either of you wish there was more of a backstory for why he signed his letters just as “boy?” I’m sure it had something to do with being the only boy in the family, but I would’ve imagined that he would explain something about it since he made it the title.