October 5 is World Teachers' Day.
Organized by UNESCO in 1994, the day aims to mobilize support for teachers
around the world.
In the U.S. alone, there were about 3.7 million teachers working in elementary and secondary schools in 2011.
In a prepared statement, U.S. Education Secretary Arne Duncan said that World Teachers' Day "gives us an opportunity to celebrate the contributions of teachers across the globe."
I LOVE teachers !
Teachers run in my family…
My mother was a teacher.
My mother's mother was a teacher.
My mother's father was a teacher and principal.
My mother's father's mother was a teacher.
And,my Dad even taught high school classes,briefly, when he was in jr. college!
In the U.S. alone, there were about 3.7 million teachers working in elementary and secondary schools in 2011.
In a prepared statement, U.S. Education Secretary Arne Duncan said that World Teachers' Day "gives us an opportunity to celebrate the contributions of teachers across the globe."
I LOVE teachers !
Teachers run in my family…
My mother was a teacher.
My mother's mother was a teacher.
My mother's father was a teacher and principal.
My mother's father's mother was a teacher.
And,my Dad even taught high school classes,briefly, when he was in jr. college!
ONE ROOM SCHOOL
My mother told me stories,
Of the one room school;
Where all the grades were taught together ,
As they went by the same rules.
To this school is where she would go,
With other children from all around;
Traveling there in rain, sleet or snow,
These children could be found.
Each grade had their own lessons,
That they were all to learn;
While keeping warm by an old black stove,
That in the corner burned.
My mother has high praises
For the teacher who taught them there,
Because , it was her own dear mother ,
Who gave them special care.
My mother said that in this place,
She learned so very much;
Like arithmetic and writing,
Basic reading skills and such.
I love to hear these stories,
Over and over again,
For, in passing them on down the line,
Our legacy never ends.
2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life in poems
My mother told me stories,
Of the one room school;
Where all the grades were taught together ,
As they went by the same rules.
To this school is where she would go,
With other children from all around;
Traveling there in rain, sleet or snow,
These children could be found.
Each grade had their own lessons,
That they were all to learn;
While keeping warm by an old black stove,
That in the corner burned.
My mother has high praises
For the teacher who taught them there,
Because , it was her own dear mother ,
Who gave them special care.
My mother said that in this place,
She learned so very much;
Like arithmetic and writing,
Basic reading skills and such.
I love to hear these stories,
Over and over again,
For, in passing them on down the line,
Our legacy never ends.
2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life in poems
My beautiful mother (Elaine Neely) with one of her classes at Carver... back in the day (1960's) |