30+ Years coming
Originally published at Walking on Christopher's Street. You can comment here or there.
I think everyone has (or should have) a teacher that touched their lives, so much they remember so much, so well for so long.
Mine has to be my grade school music teacher, Mrs. Childress. It could be because music class was fun, or it was a place that an introverted kid like me could shine. I remember very distinctly in the 3rd grade when Mrs. Childress noticed me. I thought it was odd, but during one class sing, I was kind of sitting toward the front, and Mrs. Childress kept looking at me, I thought I might be in trouble. After the class she held me back and told me “You have a really good voice” and she became my ‘music’ mentor for several more years. I remember even after leaving grade school for junior high and high school, her checking in with me.
Several years later I heard her son moved to London to be a professional musician, and that is part of how the next thing happened.
I was wasting time on Facebook the other night and noticed that my high school had an alumni group set up. Reading through the messages I notice one from someone with the same last night, lived in London, was in music and obviously was from my High School. I sent him a message asking if his mom was indeed my grade school music teacher, he replied that she was and gave me her address in Crystal Lake so I can write. Which I intend to do, and tell her how much she has meant to me.