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Monday, September 15, 2014

An Apple For The Teacher

A few days ago Jack at Shipslog wrote about a favorite teacher and it reminded me of some of my teachers. I think teacher Miller was my favorite of all twelve years. We caller her that to distinguish between her and the other Mrs. Miller who lived on the same street. She taught me third grade and if a child told her he or she wasn't feeling well she would take that child on her lap and continue to teaching. Back then most people didn't have telephones and most families didn't have two vehicles so there was no way to get the child home unless he or she was very ill and then I guess the Principal  would take them home. My second grade teacher was a close second. I remember she drove a funny little car that had doors that opened out to make it look like a bug. She wore one pair of shoes to drive and then changed into another pair for teaching. One morning I ran out to meet her to tell her that I was an aunt to a baby girl name Bitsy Gail. Then in high school there was the teacher who was teacher in name only. The girls read novels in her class (I can thank her for my love for reading) and the boys gathered around her desk for a sports bull session. In sixth grade I remember the teacher who wouldn't correct the daughter of the principal who cupped her hand and swooped nasty water from the old rock water fountain all over my hair. As a freshman in high school I learned all the English I know from Miss Wise (her name fit). Too bad I didn't have her all four years. Then there was the teacher who had cigarette breath. This was a first in our little country town school. Teachers just didn't do things like that. A Math teacher who had a mental problem and threw chairs at a party when the boys teased him. He didn't last long. At our school we didn't have a choice of subjects, so we took four years of Homemaking. The teacher would take our garments and sew if we told her we didn't know how to do it. I did sew much later so maybe I learned some in that class. I liked it was on the ground floor so when the fire drill bell rang I didn't have to slide down that slick straight down fire escape.

11 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

you remember your teachers well. i didn't do well in home ec (definitely shades of my current life) but excelled in business, english, art. :)

jack69 said...

Thanks for the 'shout out' for the shipslog. I really do like to hear others comments on teachers. I think we all had 'a' teacher who was that in name only.
But it is a sweet memory to remember those who TAUGHT!
Good entry...

TARYTERRE said...

You have a wonderful memory remembering all your teachers, like that. They obviously made a big impact on you growing up.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Few people make as much of an impact on our life as teachers do :-)

S. J. Qualls said...

Some teachers had an impact on me, some years I don't remember them at all. I will say my 7th grade English teacher should have had a day named after her. Miss Brattan taught me the parts of speech, after school - I was in a different state when they taught that and I 'faked' it for over a year.

S. J. Qualls said...

My pear tree was "rotten to the core" and I wanted to park my car there, thought it could be dangerous.

HOOTIN ANNI said...

Wonderful memories...well, except for the nasty water in your hair!!

HOOTIN ANNI said...

ps....Oh, I forgot and had to return....


LOVE THE HEADER!!!

Chatty Crone said...

I have worked in the school system and my daughter is now a teacher. I have had three kids in the school system. Teachers are important. They are critical actually. They can make or break a student. Glad you had some good ones.

Kath said...

I loved this post Paula.I loved school too.I remember all my teachers names.Some we gave them ourselves LOL!! The boys Woodwork teacher being called,Chissel Head Haaaaaaaaaaa.The lads named him that LOL!!I wont mention on here, what the girls called our Physical Education teacher haaaaa.Thanks for the memories.Take Care God Bless Kath xx

Lynne said...

It is amazing what we remember from school and how it impacts our lives. I don't think our teachers get paid enough these days.