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So today was hard. Very hard. I went to Ms. Woolery's funeral. It was beautiful and wonderful. It was Ms. Woolery. It was the complete and total embodiment of Martha W. Woolery. She was one of the most beautiful people I have ever known. Her soul was pure and loving and she gave a piece of herself to everyone that she met. She also had great legs, I am just going to put that out there. It's very true. She touched my life more than she will ever know. I have cried all the tears that I have inside of me. I can't cry anymore. My eyes hurt. My heart hurts. I feel sick. But, that is so not how she would have wanted it. So, I think I will just have to take this time to remember all of my favorite times with her. Do not even be alarmed, there are many.
*Her constant use of food to describe elements of literature (i.e. "Your flow chart should have layers, like baked alaska. Have you had baked alaska? Oh it is delightful." or "Chocolate Decadence" or "Is it wrong that I go downstairs sometimes at night and eat Godiva Dark Chocolate Ice Cream or eat sweet, salty, crunchy nuts?")
*Who loves POETRY? (imagine that in her fabulous voice with the random inflections that sometimes made her sound British.)
*The day that we ordered Panera bread and I called the man ma'am and she almost fell off her chair laughing. The eyes closed, mouth open laugh. I loved it.
*When she got so exicited about the United Way fund raiser and was all about us winning so we could give "poor little debbie" a christmas. And when we didn't get her any shoes she went to her attic and brought me some sparkly skechers that she bought for herself and never wore because "Jeffery said they were a little too fancy for me".
*Her beautiful Gold Lame shoes that she wore like it was her job. And her headband. And her strech pants that made her look so svelte. And her Hickory High School apparel that she wore with turtlenecks underneath.
*The time we reenacted A Doll's House and she made us act it out and I had to be Nora and I danced the Tarantella and she about lost it. She was weak. She loved to laugh. And she told me I should be an actress...ever practical she was...hahaha.
*At the National Honor Society induction ceremony when she and Lisa and I realized that someone brought a package of opened cookies. We had a fabulous laugh over that one. And then we color coordinated our outfits...red sweaters that night. I am just going to put it out there that we looked real cute.
*Every morning she would come over to me and we would have our daily talk. Usually it would concern top secret NHS stuff...hahha, but other times we would just, you know, chit chat. We did that a lot, had chit chat time. She told me about her birthday party. I loved it.
*The bull. Oh my goodness. Was anything funnier than that? Literally. Picture this, if you will...Martha W. Woolery with her fingers at her head like horns, and running towards a koala tissue holder. She told us that it was all about sex. I about died.
*When she talked about sexual innuendos in poetry...I just got weak. I always blushed. She always made it seem like it was nothing and giggled a lot. When we established that in one poem that "cheering" meant sex...that was the end. My maturity level dropped like six points as soon as I entered the class. I loved it.
*Her tennis match. Oh my word, she loved tennis. And I loved that she played tennis. That is why her legs were so good. Duh.
THose are the happiest and funniest memories I can think of right now. I loved that lady times twelve. She was my light every single morning. I loved seeing her face and hearing her voice every morning. She was a delight, my friends, a pure delight.
The last time that I saw her was when she and Ms Winter-Traynor came into my place of employment, Glorious Panera Bread. It was her first time out. She looked good. She had on a purple suit and the fantastic gold shoes. I almost cried when I saw her. She hugged me and asked me to recommend a sandwich. She didn't focus on herself at all. She asked me how things were going, how the class was, and how her beloved NHS was. I am so glad she came in that day. It made me so happy.
Ms. Woolery loved life. She taught others to love life. In these days, when we are all so sad, please join me in trying to celebrate the life that she loved so much. And, if you get around to it, invest in some gold shoes and wear them daily. She would get a kick out of that.
*Her constant use of food to describe elements of literature (i.e. "Your flow chart should have layers, like baked alaska. Have you had baked alaska? Oh it is delightful." or "Chocolate Decadence" or "Is it wrong that I go downstairs sometimes at night and eat Godiva Dark Chocolate Ice Cream or eat sweet, salty, crunchy nuts?")
*Who loves POETRY? (imagine that in her fabulous voice with the random inflections that sometimes made her sound British.)
*The day that we ordered Panera bread and I called the man ma'am and she almost fell off her chair laughing. The eyes closed, mouth open laugh. I loved it.
*When she got so exicited about the United Way fund raiser and was all about us winning so we could give "poor little debbie" a christmas. And when we didn't get her any shoes she went to her attic and brought me some sparkly skechers that she bought for herself and never wore because "Jeffery said they were a little too fancy for me".
*Her beautiful Gold Lame shoes that she wore like it was her job. And her headband. And her strech pants that made her look so svelte. And her Hickory High School apparel that she wore with turtlenecks underneath.
*The time we reenacted A Doll's House and she made us act it out and I had to be Nora and I danced the Tarantella and she about lost it. She was weak. She loved to laugh. And she told me I should be an actress...ever practical she was...hahaha.
*At the National Honor Society induction ceremony when she and Lisa and I realized that someone brought a package of opened cookies. We had a fabulous laugh over that one. And then we color coordinated our outfits...red sweaters that night. I am just going to put it out there that we looked real cute.
*Every morning she would come over to me and we would have our daily talk. Usually it would concern top secret NHS stuff...hahha, but other times we would just, you know, chit chat. We did that a lot, had chit chat time. She told me about her birthday party. I loved it.
*The bull. Oh my goodness. Was anything funnier than that? Literally. Picture this, if you will...Martha W. Woolery with her fingers at her head like horns, and running towards a koala tissue holder. She told us that it was all about sex. I about died.
*When she talked about sexual innuendos in poetry...I just got weak. I always blushed. She always made it seem like it was nothing and giggled a lot. When we established that in one poem that "cheering" meant sex...that was the end. My maturity level dropped like six points as soon as I entered the class. I loved it.
*Her tennis match. Oh my word, she loved tennis. And I loved that she played tennis. That is why her legs were so good. Duh.
THose are the happiest and funniest memories I can think of right now. I loved that lady times twelve. She was my light every single morning. I loved seeing her face and hearing her voice every morning. She was a delight, my friends, a pure delight.
The last time that I saw her was when she and Ms Winter-Traynor came into my place of employment, Glorious Panera Bread. It was her first time out. She looked good. She had on a purple suit and the fantastic gold shoes. I almost cried when I saw her. She hugged me and asked me to recommend a sandwich. She didn't focus on herself at all. She asked me how things were going, how the class was, and how her beloved NHS was. I am so glad she came in that day. It made me so happy.
Ms. Woolery loved life. She taught others to love life. In these days, when we are all so sad, please join me in trying to celebrate the life that she loved so much. And, if you get around to it, invest in some gold shoes and wear them daily. She would get a kick out of that.