Walking was how we went to school. This is how we made our treks through all of the seasons, sometimes hitching the occasional ride if weather was too inhospitable to cater for small feet. When I was older I would ride my bike, free wheeling it down the steep hills or climbing off to wheel it up the steeper inclines.
Occasionally, when even pedalling or walking was too difficult for tired legs, just getting to school is memorable for me.
There were good memories too because of so many interesting gardens along the way. It was always a walk of a longer duration for us, as my sister and I would spy any pretty foliage or flowers that just happened to stick their pretty little heads out through the garden fences.
You see these little delights were all fondly bunched into a pretty little posy for our teacher of the day.
Sometimes it would be an offering of fruit, and if ripe fruit was overhanging the fences it meant extra breakfast for us too!!
Sustaining us both along the two mile walk as
we both munched away happily, treading the road verges as we headed towards our school.
Some of the teachers who benefited from our bounty I have written about in my poem below.
Flowers for My Teachers.
In The Higher schools there was Miss De Vrie's
She made history an adventure for me.
We learnt by charades and I was Cleopatra's sentry
Sitting in class, next to the handsome, Mark Antony.
I loved art, literature, history and sport
For Miss Burdon, art was her world and always in her thought.
Miss Burdon with pleasure I drew in my art book for you
Your remarks for me,ridiculous and peculiar, now how that rang true.
Grade seven saw a big change on my behalf
I had Mr Shebella he knew from the start.
That with trust and encouragement taught from the heart
The very best that year he worked with me to impart.
Ah! Successive teachers they came as I went further
They all left their marks in one way or another.
The years seemed to speed by and out of school too.
Mrs Oatly was special more like a mother, to her GLB crew.
Now my thoughts turn to the time as we all sewed a new dress,it was called a, moo moo
It was my best friend Pam, who looked more like my twin, when she made and wore the same one too.
Mrs Wrobel kept me busy, doing so many great things with Pam
The cottage cheese we made often, and I thank you for your efforts, Ma'am
I have so many to thank, for my days of learning
Today is no different as my mind keeps on yearning.
For more knowledge and discoveries and there is so much to read
The biggest teacher I find is life and for all of us to succeed
An ability to seek out good teachers, is a perfect formula indeed!