write about my teachers

Elisabeth was a friend of our family, having gone to teachers’ college with my grandmother. After my grandmother passed away, Elisabeth became a mentor to me. She also taught many of the local girls through a 4-H group. She had retired from school-teaching by the time I met her.

She had a homemade greenhouse, which had an earthy atmosphere like a tiny jungle. In spring there were vegetable and flower seedlings for the garden, and some orchids that she grew to sell to a florist. Elisabeth taught me about plants, and made it seem perfectly natural to grow my own plants and trees when I was older.

She also taught me sewing, mending, and cooking. I saw her make quilts, and years later I was inspired to make quilts myself. The things I learned from her were a wonderful gift. When I grew up and moved away, we kept in touch by letters, and I brought my daughters to visit her. One is named after her. Elisabeth lived til the age of 96, and was much loved in her community.

She taught grade 4 with enthusiasm, and the very best part was every afternoon, when our other work was done, Miss R. would read aloud. One chapter per day, read with great expression and drama. We were on the edge of our seats! Some titles we heard that year included The Count of Monte Cristo, Around the World in 80 Days, A Tale of Two Cities, and Journey to the Center of the Earth.

We could hardly wait til the next day to find out what would happen next, since the end of chapters often left the hero in a precarious situation. I remember looking forward to going to school every day, that year. When children have a teacher who enjoys teaching and likes children, school becomes a joyful experience. Miss R. inspired us to enjoy learning, and especially reading.

Here’s a cheer and a salute to all those who love teaching.