Did I do this once already?
I remember a boy from first grade whose name was Charles Norsk. And what I remember about him is one day, when he was wearing boots -- they were called high cuts -- he had an itch on his foot. He made noise trying to scratch the itch by scraping one boot over the other. I remember his looking up and recognizing that he was making noise, and he smiled.
I remember from fourth grade that Jeannette Turner's birthday is April 8. I don't remember Jeannette Turner herself, just the date of her birthday.
I remember my kindergarten teacher, Miss Benner. She looked a little bit like Olive Oyl.
I remember my first grade teacher, Miss Hathway. That's all I remember is her name.
I remember Miss Bancroft, my second grade teacher, with all my heart because she loved me.
I remember my third grade teacher's name, Miss Hooker, and that's all I remember.
I remember my fourth grade teacher, Miss Smith. She was stern. She wore glasses. The way the light reflected off her glasses, you never knew when she was looking at you.
I remember my fifth grade teacher although I don't remember her name this minute. She was the first elementary school teacher that my brother and sister had not had before me. The teacher my brother and sister had was Miss Stacy. Miss Stacy still taught in the school, but she had a different fifth grade class.
I just remembered the name of the French teacher I had in junior high school who was so great and everyone loved her and she went to see my parents at the store -- I mentioned her in the blog entry about Miss Gustafson -- her name was Mrs. Wenzel.
My sixth grade teacher was Miss Hicks. She was a GOOD teacher. Dedicated to teaching, she stretched us. If there were two minutes left of school, she made use of that two minutes. I still remember two of the songs we sang -- Beautiful Dreamer and Juanita.
But it is Miss Bancroft, my second grade teacher, whom I loved and still love because she loved me.
What are some of your memories from your early years?