Mrs. Dollar. Fourty Roses and 40 years.
Retirement.
As a nine year old that seemed as foreign as eating octopus for dinner.
I’m linking up with MamaKat and choosing prompt number 1.) Share a story from fourth grade.
I was trying to remember fourth grade.
I remembered where Mrs. Dollar’s classroom was in the framework of Audubon Park Elementary.
I remembered where my desk was in that classroom.
That’s about it. With one notable exception that happened on the last day of school.
Mrs. Dollar was retiring. Someone (probably some room mom) had us raise money to buy her a rose for every year.
Roses. What’s the big deal?
Well, when they arrived — the one thing I remember (of the entire year) is how her face softened into absolute joy when she saw that bouquet.
Her creased face looked less agitated and pleased with the whole ragtag lot of us.
She carried them outside and we all pointed our little Instamatics with no flashbulbs (for everyone brought a camera for the last day) at her smiling ear-to-ear face holding that spray of 40 long stems.
Mrs. Dollar with her glasses forever hanging on a chain around her neck holding those roses in the grassy area between the fourth grade hall and the library. In Florida, the hallways were all open. At least back then in the ancient of times.
We made her happy.
That’s what I remember.
What about you?
Any recollection of 4th grade?”
I’m sure Mrs. Dollar never forgot those roses either. Forty roses is quite a big bouquet but she no doubt earned every one after 40 years of teaching!
Oh, that’s so sweet.
My fourth grade teacher was a miserable woman who resembled a yard stick. We spent the better part of the year sitting with hands folded, facing forward, trying our best not to snicker.
So sweet. My memories of 4th grade were not so nice 🙁
That is a very sweet story! One that I’m sure Mrs. Dollar remembers as well as you do. I’m sure she was very touched by those roses.
What a beautiful act of kindness as well! I remember 4th grade…but my memories are all recent as I’ve been working in a 4th grade class room. Times have certainly changed from the days you recollect.
What a sweet memory!
I remember the name of the street my fourth grade teacher lived on was my last name, and I thought that was so cool. But that’s where the happy memories ended… I’m pretty sure that teacher hated me and came up with ridiculous reasons to rub it in. She actually wanted to hold me back a grade because she didn’t like the way I wrote a cursive e. Didn’t matter that I was one of the smartest kids in the class.. that e was a deal breaker.