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Contents 4 Family affairs Warming Up 2 Text 3 Words Phrases 4 Language Points 5 Exercises 6 Extension Activities oitctive Kgadiny!

Contents Active Reading 1

Warming Up 合 2. Watch a VIDEO clip and answer the questions

Warming Up 2. Watch a VIDEO clip and answer the questions

Warming Up 合 Watch a video clip and answer the following questions. 1.Who is HE in the video clip? 2.What does "Father"mean to you? edd

Warming Up Watch a video clip and answer the following questions. 1. Who is HE in the video clip? 2. What does “Father” mean to you?

Text 分 The pickle jar

Text The pickle jar

Text 合 The pickle jar 月 Beside the Removed beside the dresser dresser again When? When I was He was back After college with his new boy I took a job born daughter 1. Why was the writer 1. Where was the 1. Where was the fascinated by the pickle jar when he pickle jar when pickle jar? visited his parents he returned with 2. What did his father after leaving his family? do with the money college? 2. What kind of when the jar was 2.How did he feel? relationship did full? 3.What did the pickle the writer have 3.What was the money jar taught him? with his father? for?

Text The pickle jar Beside the dresser Removed beside the dresser again When? When I was boy He was back with his new born daughter After college I took a job 1. Why was the writer fascinated by the pickle jar? 2. What did his father do with the money when the jar was full? 3. What was the money for? 1. Where was the pickle jar when he visited his parents after leaving college? 2. How did he feel? 3. What did the pickle jar taught him? 1. Where was the pickle jar when he returned with his family? 2. What kind of relationship did the writer have with his father?

Text The pickle jar As far back as I can remember,the large pickle jar sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents'bedroom.When he got ready for bed,Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar.They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty.Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled.I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. Translation

Text The pickle jar 1 As far back as I can remember, the large pickle jar sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents’ bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar. As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. They landedwith a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled. I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate’s treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window

Text 2 When the jar was filled,Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank.Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production.Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box,the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck.Each and every time,as we drove to the bank. Dad would look at me hopefully."Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill,son.You're going to do better than me. This old mill town's not going to hold you back."Also,each and every time,as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank towards the cashier,he would grin proudly."These are for my son's college fund.He'll never work at the mill all his life like me." Translation

Text 2 When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank. Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck. Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me hopefully. “Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill, son. You’re going to do better than me. This old mill town’s not going to hold you back.” Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank towards the cashier,he wouldgrin proudly.“These are for my son’s college fund. He’ll never work at the mill all his life like me

Text 3 We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice-cream cone.I always got chocolate.Dad always got vanilla When the clerk at the ice-cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm.When we get home,we'll start filling the jar again." 4 He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar.As they rattled around with a brief,happy jingle,we grinned at each other.You'll get to college on pennies,nickels,dimes and quarters,"he said."But you'll get there.I'll see to that” Translation

Text 3 We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice-cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice-cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. “When we get home, we’ll start filling the jar again.” 4 He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other. “You’ll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters,” he said. "But you’ll get there. I’ll see to that

Text 5 The years passed,and I finished college and took a job in another town.Once,while visiting my parents,I used the phone in their bedroom,and noticed that the pickle jar was gone.It had served its purpose and had been removed.A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser where the jar had always stood My dad was a man of few words,and never lectured me on the values of determination,perseverance,and faith.The pickle jar had taughtme all these virtues far more eloquentythan the most floweryofwordsoould have done. Translation

Text 5 The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had been removed. A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser where the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words, and never lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The pickle jar had taughtmeall these virtues far more eloquentlythan themostfloweryofwordscould have done