Classroom Set: What is the value of storytelling? ‘Common Core Standards: R1.9-10.2 Determine a central idea of a text and analyze its development over the course of the text, including how it emerges and is shaped and refined by specific details; provide an objective summary of the text. \,9-10.3 Write narratives to develop real or imagined experiences or events using effective technique, well- chosen details, and well-structured event sequences. Claim: "Mango Says Good-bye Sometimes" is a story about the joy of storytelling. Claim evidence: + Repeated words are “tell,” “says”, and “said” © “Tike to tell stories." “L make a story for my life, for each step my brown shoe takes. I say, "And so she trudged up the wooden stairs, her sad brown shoes taking her to the house she never liked." Guiding Questions: ‘+ What kinds of stories do you tell? ‘+ Who do you tell stories to? + How is a maliman a giver of stories? Stories that I tell By: Mrs. Quiblat tell stories about my dog and her feet scurrying on bamboo floors. When she jumps on my bed like a bubbly alarm lock, she's accurate and tenacious. She goes on. T tell stories of my Lolo sleeping in a hammock by the sea. When his mosquito net became a fortress against invisible predators, he was safe under the soft moonlight. tell stories about my brother. When he buried his He-man action figure deep in the sand, he left and unmarked grave. He searches for him stil. { tell stories about how I have been changed by my dog's pitter pattering paws on the wooden floor, my grandfather's fortress and He-man’s unmarked grave.Classroom Set: What is the value of storytelling? General Information: In this final chapter from The House on Mango Street, Esperanza explains the importance of telling stories. Each step she takes in life is another story. She creates a scrapbook of her neighborhood by including stories of people she has known, stories of places she has visited, memories that are important, and other bits and pieces of her life. “Mango Says Goodbye Sometimes” I like to tell stories. I tell them inside my head. I tell them after the mailman says, Here's your mail. Here's your mail he said. I make a story for my life, for each step my brown shoe takes. I say, "And so she trudged up the wooden stairs, her sad brown shoes taking her to the house she never liked,” I like to tell stories. I am going to tell you a story about a girl who didn't want to belong. We didn't always live on Mango Street. Before that we lived on Loomis on the third floor, and before that we lived on Keeler. Before Keeler it was Paulina, but what I remember most is Mango Street, sad red house, the house I belong but do not belong to. I put it down on paper and then the ghost does not ache so much. I write it down and Mango says goodbye sometimes. She does not hold me with both arms. She sets me free. One day I will pack my bags of books and paper. One day I will say goodbye to Mango. I am too strong for her to keep me here forever. One day I will go away. Friends and neighbors will say, What happened to that Esperanza? Where did she go with all those books and paper? Why did she march so far away? They will not know I have gone away to come back. For the ones I left behind. For the ones who cannot out.