Winter is an etching,
spring a watercolor,
summer an oil painting,
and autumn a mosaic of them all.
~Stanley Horowitz~

From one end of the Bible to the other, there is the record of men who turned the tide of history by prayer; men who fervently prayed, and God answered. The problems of the world will never be settled unless our national leaders go to God in prayer.
Taken from: Unto the Hills by Billy Graham
Moreover it is required in stewards, that a man be found faithful.
I Corinthians 4:2
This is how little girls dressed for school each day minus the gloves. If it was really cold I wore cordoury pants under my dress.
In 1st grade I learned to read from the Dick & Jane reading series. Mrs. Vaught was my teacher, she was a very calm lady. I remember doing phonics work pages & being a daffodil in our spring play.
Mrs. Aycock, my 2nd grade teacher, spoke with a thick southern accent, she was jolly & fun. She taught us to sing Silent Night for our Christmas play. She made sure we accented the 't' at end of the words that ended in 't'. I still have my phonics workbook with a swan on the cover.
Mrs. Young was a stern teacher with a twinkle in her eye. We walked to her house around the corner from the school to watch the inauguration of President John F. Kennedy on her black & white television.
4th grade was my last year at Highland School. The building was condemned because of its poor condition. My favorite teacher of all time was Mrs. Rose Jefferson. She had a beautiful smile. I think she was probably in her late 40s. She made sure we learned the books of the Bible. I had already memorized them in Sunday School so this was a breeze to me. We went down to the basement at least once a week to learn songs. I was amazed at how well Mrs. Jefferson played the piano. I think this is what influenced me to become an elementary music teacher. Mrs. Jefferson came to my wedding. She looked the same to me, smiling & beautiful!