Some memories are lodgedin the corner of our brains to stay forever.
Some memories rush back on us....
fully loaded with emotion.
Some memories will forever
nudge and push us in the right direction.
For me...
Mrs. Elnora Wootton is forever with me.
Her words in particular!
Mrs. Wootton was my
first grade teacher in Conroe, Texas
at Runyan Elementary.
I loved Mrs. Wootton with my whole heart.
As do most young children
I believed my first grade teacher
to be a hero.
Mrs. Wootton introduced me to Dick and Jane,
Sally, Spot and Fluffy and I learned to read.
She also taught me how to sit up straight
and correctly hold my pencil....
for which I have a Certificate
hanging in my office today
which reads:
Print - Manuscript - Writing
Excellent
Certificate
Awarded to
Blake Spencer
For easy, legible print-writing
while sitting in a healthful position.
Excellent
Certificate
Awarded to
Blake Spencer
For easy, legible print-writing
while sitting in a healthful position.
Yes, Mrs Wootton was my hero....
a hero who spoke the truth.
Truth I had to carry home in my back pocket
for my parents to read.
My report card.
On the bottom just under all the checks and S's
Mrs. Elnora Wootton wrote the truth
in cursive
in ink.
I couldn't yet read cursive writing
and wasn't allowed to write with a pen.
My mother had to read the truth
out loud
for the whole family to hear.
Blake talks too much!
Ouch!
The truth hurts sometimes.
My mother told me to be prepared to hurt
if Mrs. Elnora Wootton had to
share this truth again.
It is true.
I like to talk.
I did then.
I do now.
Many ministers are talkative.
But the truth be told....
I've also learned how to listen....
how to balance all the words I feel must be said....
with ears that hear.
I suppose I should thank my First Grade Hero!
Thank you
Mrs. Elnora Wootton!
1 comment:
My sister's and my first grade teacher put my sister in the corner with a dunce cap on. My sister thought she was stupid for the rest of her childhood. When she was in college, she came into my room one day and said, "I'm not stupid!" I thought she was stupid for having thought she was stupid. She told me the story of Mrs. Hobbs putting her in the corner with the dunce cap on. She thought from then on that she was stupid. I don't remember that event. Mrs. Hobbs probably doesn't remember that event. Our whole first grade class probably doesn't remember that event. And yet it changed my sister's life dramatically. 23 years later, my sister remembered that she wore the dunce cap because.... she was talking!
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