Saturday, July 23, 2011
Mrs. Guthrie was my sixth-grade teacher at Morningside. Like most rebellious kids, I was always trying to sneak around and either play cards, write notes, whatever...just trying not to get caught...I swear the woman had eyes in the back of her head. Worse, she bowled on Thursday nights with my mom, Bettie Kraus, and the talked about me all the time. I think that was the worst year for discipline; simply because I couldn't get away with anything. I am indeed thankful because Mrs. Guthrie really did care about me. I may not have understood that at that age, but I certainly do, now that I'm an adult. Not only do I wish her a peacful rest and a dance with the Love of her Life, but hopefully she'll pass by my mom and they can talk about all my craziness that I am going through now. haha. She was a wonderful lady and I will miss her. My mind is very clear and I remember almost everyday in her class room. What a great Lady.
