Glenn Normile does. And he arranged a gathering of his classmates in Long Island, all now 57, to honor her, Mrs. Doyle –then Miss LaVarella, now 74 and widowed.
Hopefully a reminder of how much those who work with children influence their later lives. Lovely piece from the NYTimes.
Yes
Mine was a pyscho and part of a school system that tried to hold me back a year to fill their quota. She was pretty old at the time so she’s probably dead now.
Mrs. Dalrymple
She terrified me–it was a new school, and I didn’t know how to read, but most of the other kids did. I thought she was ancient then, but she was probably only 45 or 50, and she had a “hairdo.” The only specific incident I remember with her is that we almost had a head-on collision with her. I was in the car with my mom and sister (may have been our early 60s Ford Galaxy) headed to Hudson. Mrs. Dalrymple was headed back toward the lake and we almost crashed into each other on an L-curve. This was back before seatbelts, but no one was really hurt, just scared. I don’t remember whose fault it was, but because we knew each other, it was all apologies and nice-nice.
I did learn to read, by the way, thanks to Mrs. Dalrymple. (Who the mean boys called Mrs. Dolly Rumple.)
yes, I do
Mrs. H. was a lovely woman (and I also ended up having her in Grade 4). She was definitely my fave teacher from elementary and certainly one of my over all favourite teachers. I had her husband as my home room teacher in Grade 6. He was pretty good, too. They’re both retired now and I haven’t seen them in years.