What a touching story ❤️ Names have a funny way of triggering memories. My kindergarten teacher here in Winnipeg was Mrs. Farlinger. In those days kindergarten wasn’t part of the public school system. She had a kindergarten in her home at the end of my street. I went to kindergarten with my friends many of whom were a year older than I was. When they went on to grade one in school I was too young. So I repeated kindergarten at Mrs, Farlinger’s home. She made me her teaching assistant because I knew where everything was! I grew up to become a teacher myself!
I was at a funeral this week for a friend’s mother. She had been in the…
Lovely story!
What a touching story ❤️ Names have a funny way of triggering memories. My kindergarten teacher here in Winnipeg was Mrs. Farlinger. In those days kindergarten wasn’t part of the public school system. She had a kindergarten in her home at the end of my street. I went to kindergarten with my friends many of whom were a year older than I was. When they went on to grade one in school I was too young. So I repeated kindergarten at Mrs, Farlinger’s home. She made me her teaching assistant because I knew where everything was! I grew up to become a teacher myself!
I was at a funeral this week for a friend’s mother. She had been in the…