REMINDER
Hello All,
I hope everyone is doing well. Things have been kinda quiet on the old blog these days but there is still hope. Every once in awhile I will receive an e-mail letting me know that people still visit and read what's been posted but don't leave any comments. Recently an annonymous writer told me that he (or she) was googling her (or his) grandmother, Mrs. Eads and it took her (him) to our blog. Hopefully that person will tell us her (his) identity, other than she is related to Mrs Eads. There might be some of you that want to share some memories of Mrs. Eads.
Those of you that want to visit the site but don't want to spend the time of looking for new posts or comments, let me know your e-mail address and I will send you notices everytime a new comment comes in. The reason I know that comments are posted is that they come to me for editing and approval before they are posted on the web. So since I see them come in, I don't have to go searching. And I am glad to forward these messages to you if I have your permission to send them to you. All I need is your e-mail address and your permission.
If any of you have any ideas for getting people talking let me know. How about posting current pictures of us (yes you heard me right, I said current pictures). We all know what you looked like back in the 70's but what about what you look like now? We'd all like to know, wouldn't we? The good thing is that you can pick the picture you want to send so you will pick one that catches your best light ... right?? Anyway, just tossing some ideas out there. Let me know what some of your thoughts are.
Stay healthy and happy.
Jake
1 comment:
I saw the comment from Mrs. Eads' grandchild, who I assume is no longer a child.
I'm not going to go into too much detail, but for a long time after I left Sam Houston I often thought that I disappointed Mrs. Eads back there in the ninth grade.
She was a really good teacher and was one of the nicest people I have ever known, and she tried so hard to get me to understand the art of diagraming sentences. For some reason, I could never get the hang of it.
There was that, and the fact that I absolutely refused to read "Great Expectations" past about page 30 because back about page 20 the book started depressing me.
Mrs. Eads worked with me far beyond what should be expected of any teacher, and I still didn't get it.
A dozen or so years after the ninth grade -- after several years in the Air Force, a few semesters in college, and a few years writing for the Amarillo newspaper -- I saw Mrs. Eads at Western Plaza.
She remembered me. (How could she have forgotten the most difficult pupil of her career?)
She said, "The first time I saw your by-line in the paper I knew it had to be MY Benjamin."
That's the last time I remember seeing her. I left the mall thinking that maybe, in the long-run, I hadn't disappointed her afterall.
--Ben Keck
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