Mother's momento and now mine

My name tag from the 1st day of school in

1951.

My teacher was Mrs. Harris. She was

a good teacher and a patient person. I remember

being so scared. I was away from home and the protection and presence of my dear sweet mother for the first time in my life. I cried, cried, and cried some more until finally one day Mrs Harris ran out of patience, guess I had pushed her to the limits. She took me by the shoulder and shook the stuffing out of me. Amazingly my tears dried up and I learned to love her and school.

Thank God for good, patient school teachers that have a heart for little children.