Writing Thought for Tuesday, April 29th, 2008
...a writer writes...but a good writer writes a lot and reads even more... My dearly departed grandmother Pearl retired in 1970 after teaching over thirty years of high school english in a small midwestern town. Even today, I try to imagine what it must have been like to be in her shoes when she stepped in to the classroom for the very first time in the late 1930's. She had taught during WWII, the Korean War, the Vietnam War, and the advent of the cold war. She had even headed up the drama department in the mid 1960's, which was an unsettling notion considering how conservative my grandmother was. Unfortunately, I never got to ask her if she had put on a production of "Hair". She had understandably seen much during those tumultuous times and chose me to share her pearls of wisdom with. No pun intended (pearl). This was a blessing beyond measure. She considered me her "literary one". I will treasure those memories forever, those evenings sitting...