Mrs. Johnson in 2nd grade helped me get my feet on the ground and inspired me to learn. Mrs. McElhheny in the third grade hated my left hook penmanship and the “Squeaky Sisters” violin duet and I won’t rat my better half out.
Fourth grade we had a “divorcee” who taught me math on a football field and I nailed it. Fifth was Mrs. Tibbetts who was so cute and young and just married and the class challenged her with a walkout. She got us all back in hand and I wrote my best paper to date, on Chicago, City of the Broad Shoulders with the essential Carl Sandburg poem and photos pasted into a journal of the meat packing district et al.
Next was math, Mr. B. Primes and algebra et al and I was good at this. Then we moved and everything was two years earlier…….
Is there still a Mason-Dixon line? I know that when I crossed it I lost two years of school that I had to make up when we moved back above it. Now we may move back there, just below the line, and have no kids but still am wary. It’s not like our dog is going to get any dumber and nor will we.
It’s late and I’ll tell you the entire issue in sports (most of it is here) when I return. Music teachers are next. Cheers, Dee, and remember The Happy Wanderer in your dreams.
Cooking with Dee 