tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24258125.post8672118903498106265..comments2023-10-25T10:05:59.597-04:00Comments on Confessions: You Can't Take the Teacher Out of MeSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10251616457906473735noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24258125.post-60431840080535013512007-07-07T16:09:00.000-04:002007-07-07T16:09:00.000-04:00Interestingly enough, I went to a similair (notice...Interestingly enough, I went to a similair (notice spelling of 3rd syllable) country school just down the rode from your new digs. I will take you and Max there and we can peek in the windows. I will also take you to a real country school built in the late 1800's that your husband's Great-Grandmother taught grades 1-8 until the '60s. We have her pointer and hand-bell over at Max's Grandmother's house for more "proof" of the legacy. Family history tells of the day Great-Grandmother taught a female cousin during the day and stood up in her wedding later that weekend.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24258125.post-29831808467574520472007-07-06T06:46:00.000-04:002007-07-06T06:46:00.000-04:00You're a born teacher! DadYou're a born teacher! DadAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com