I may never know
A few weeks ago we received a letter in the mail from Martin's teacher welcoming him to her classroom. The letter was addressed to Martin, outlined what we can expect at orientation, and describing how much he'll like Kindergarten. The letter was signed by his teacher, a name I read twice then went to show it to Marty. It's an unusual name, the kind of name that might be hard on a teacher, but probably best for a Kindergarten teacher where students have yet to learn the art of making up nicknames for their teachers.
I read the letter aloud to Martin, ending with the teachers name. I raised my eyes to him and said "Isn't that great!" He said, "Her name is Mrs. ___?" "Yes," I said, "Sounds nice, doesn't she?" skipping over the obvious point he was trying to make. "Yeah, that's cool," he said, and we talked about who might be in his classroom and reviewed the coat hook rules.
Reading this name reminded me of a story that my dad used to tell. He swore that the cafeteria lady's name at his school was named was Mrs. Fark, but I don't know that I believe him anymore. I believed him my entire childhood, but thinking about it now, I doubt that Mrs. Jiletta Fark really served up food in his school. And I'm pretty sure that she didn't have a sister named Didja either.
Martin, Self Portrait: On the verge of Kindergarten
I read the letter aloud to Martin, ending with the teachers name. I raised my eyes to him and said "Isn't that great!" He said, "Her name is Mrs. ___?" "Yes," I said, "Sounds nice, doesn't she?" skipping over the obvious point he was trying to make. "Yeah, that's cool," he said, and we talked about who might be in his classroom and reviewed the coat hook rules.
Reading this name reminded me of a story that my dad used to tell. He swore that the cafeteria lady's name at his school was named was Mrs. Fark, but I don't know that I believe him anymore. I believed him my entire childhood, but thinking about it now, I doubt that Mrs. Jiletta Fark really served up food in his school. And I'm pretty sure that she didn't have a sister named Didja either.
Martin, Self Portrait: On the verge of Kindergarten
On an earlier commend I advised you that we could rely on cousin Debbie for information on Estonia. I'm sure that Debbie will verify the name of our old high school cook.
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Hmmmm...so the book "Under The Bleachers" written by Seymour Butts probably wasn't in the school library either?
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