A Trip Down Memory Lane

Up She Rises is a work of fiction, but its genesis was a two year period in the mid 1980s when I taught in a small fishing community in Newfoundland. I lost touch with my former students when I left, so it was a pleasant surprise to receive an email from one of them this week:

I am sure you don’t remember me. I am a former student of yours from Patrick’s Cove . . .  I heard you have written a book and I’d love to read it. I hope all is well with you and that life has treated you well. You were so good to me.

Of course I remembered her and emailed back straight away. Then I started thinking about that time in my life, even digging out old photo albums:

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That’s me back in the village. I taught high school, so these two gorgeous little boys weren’t students. Whoever they are, I am loving their freckles.

Where were you in the 1980s?

 

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6 thoughts on “A Trip Down Memory Lane

  1. I was in school. My mom wouldn’t let me buy jelly shoes. I was in danger of failing sixth-grade reading because we were supposed to read 15 min a day and I kept forgetting to get my parents to sign the logs. This was when I learned to forge my father’s signature. I reasoned that I was being honest. After all, the intent of the logs was to get me to read. And reading was all I ever did. So.

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