In the school year of 1944-45, I was in the 7th grade. My teacher's name was Miss Clark. I thought she was wonderful. It is the only time I might have been the teacher's pet. It is my favorite class picture because I am sitting right beside her on the front row.
I think she enjoyed the pigtailed tomboy who had wacky ideas and impossible dreams. I signed all my papers as Flying Officer Blair. I can still see her toss her head back to laugh when she heard my reason to her question of why.
"I am going to fly to the moon some day."
I wonder if she has thought of me during space flights. I wonder especially if she did when we actually did land on the moon in 1969. I like to think she did.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
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