For the past thirty-seven years I have been living a dream. In sixth grade I remember classmates gathered around my writing assignment that my teacher had posted on the classroom’s bulletin board. It was a report about my favorite bird when one of my classmates said, “Mike, you are a good writer!” I’ve always enjoyed a little praise now and then. It’s good for the soul and good for one’s confidence. Thank you, classmate for making that comment as it…..
The hometown paper came today and after lunch I plopped down in my recliner and started to page through the paper. Every week the paper has a section titled “Can You Recall” and it consists of a picture that had been featured in a past issue. This week’s picture looked especially familiar. It was dated May, l956 and consisted of the Elim Lutheran Sunday School classes and their teachers. What a somber looking group they were. Thirty-eight students and teachers…..
I first experienced ‘ tournament fever’ when I was in the sixth grade attending the Clinton Elementary School. Even then I was a proud Clinton Rocket. And that was well before Russia and the U.S.A. were in a race to be the first to escape the bonds of earth and begin our venture into outer space. Rockets were of course important in achieving such an endeavor. Rockets as a high school mascot was a way of keeping up with the…..
I remember the day I decided to become an author. I was in the sixth grade and several classmates and I were gathered around a bulletin board viewing bird reports. Our teacher Mrs. Sager had placed several especially well written ones on display and mine was one of them. What happened next demonstrates the power each of us has with our words. One of my classmates, I don’t even remember which one of my female classmates it was but she…..
It seems like I have known Marilyn all my life. We first met when I was seven years old and she was Ms. Allen. You see she was my second grade teacher and then lucky for me she became my third grade teacher also. The moment I met her I knew she was special. I was sure I was ‘teacher’s pet’ until years later when visiting with former classmates I discovered they too thought they were ‘teacher’s pet’. She had…..
I received a surprise in the mail a couple days ago when a note from my Mom showed up in our mailbox. Now our Mom has not been with us for over fifty-seven years. She died of a massive heart attack the day before Thanksgiving in l961. I was a senior in high school at the time. So how could I have possibly received a note written by her just a few days ago? Let me explain. Miss Allen was…..
What a morbid title for a blog but it wasn’t as morbid as if may sound. My sixth grade teacher had passed away at the age of 97 years after leading a happy and successful life. In addition to that she was the one who opened my eyes to the joy of writing and as a result it became a dream of mine to become a published author. As I was making the trip to Glenwood, MN where the funeral was…..
Violet Sager was her name. We called her Mrs. Sager. She was my sixth grade teacher and at the time I didn’t realize it but she was a hero to me in more ways than one. That was the fall in 1955 when many of the country schools consolidated and came to the nearest town school. So in the fall of 1955 my Clinton, MN sixth grade class grew to contain 35 rambunctious, energetic boys and girls. Mrs. Sager was able…..