I remember my teachers in snapshots and sound bites, as I remember my life. Mrs. Eldred, my 2nd grade Sunday school teacher at Emmanuel Lutheran in North Minneapolis was a large woman whose favorite line was “Jesus loves you.” I don’t remember getting any hugs from her—I don’t remember getting many hugs from anybody in those years—but I felt the love in Mrs. Eldred’s class.
Mrs. Tippie I encountered in 6th grade at John Hay School. We were all well-warned that this tall, slim, stern woman would hang any of us out of her second story classroom window by our shirt collars if we misbehaved. Somehow, I don’t remember any of us ever misbehaving. The power of a story!
The photo below looks like it is a picture of a school I attended. Actually it is, but the building is what used to be Lincoln Junior High, now an elementary school, I believe. In the foreground is the subject of the photo, the blacktopped playground. This is where the grade school I attended, John Hay School, from 1st through 6th grades, used to stand.