Today I thought of a teacher I had in grade school — Earl ‘the Pearl’ Pommerein (and yes, I butchered the spelling of his name, I’m sure). Back in the day, he taught English and was also the dietician I believe. Tall and thin with white poodle hair on top, he was a feminine sort of guy. I have a vivid memory of him standing with crossed arms and pursed lips when disgusted at a wrong answer or misbehavior. He always, ALWAYS dressed in white. White pants AND a white shirt, you guys.
While surfing around this morning I found a simple question posed that immediately made me think of my childhood educator. The question…
No matter where my granddaughter goes to school — my hope is that she has an educator that she will fondly remember decades later.
