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Reblogged this on Forget the Viagra, Pass Me a Carrot and commented:
One of my posts was a tribute to my first teacher when I was 4 and bit. I could read before I went to school and my life was rich with words. I wish that for every child and to be able to read and write down words and express yourself verbally opens doors like no other ability. Nice one Bridget.
The great teachers stay with you forever – Miss Jordan in primary school who made classes so interesting. I remember as a nine year old a class debate about Darwinism…not bad for a tiny RC school in the 60s. Mrs Butler, head of English, who once told me off for being to like D.H.Lawrence. I was so proud!…And John Cooper Clarke – the gift of language is what education & life is all about…
Looking back I think I may have taken it so much for granted at the time… still better late than never!
We had the most extraordinary, inspiring, imaginative head teacher at primary school. Miss Wyneken read us Beowulf, showed us how to make prehistoric huts, and lavished us with books. Wonderful woman.