Just found out tonight that one of my old English teachers (Miss Anne Neilson) from secondary school passed away on the 2nd of this month. She was in her mid-70s or thereabouts, which means that when I started secondary as a callow 11 year old, she'd only have been in her mid-20s. Funny how, when we're young, anyone over the age of 20 seems much older, especially when they're in a position of authority.
I never knew her well, and I doubt she'd have remembered me within five minutes of my having left school at the conclusion of my academic 'career', but somehow I find myself saddened by the fact that another 'part' of my youth has now gone forever. I think I saw her again no more than a couple of times after leaving, shopping in my local town centre, but it was from a distance and no greetings were exchanged. And I recall attending a summer fayre (jumble sale) in the school hall around 1976 or '77, and no doubt she'd have been there as well.
She was a folk singer as well as a teacher, so here's a YouTube clip of her performing. Anyway, here's to Miss Neilson - may she rest in peace and be fondly remembered by family, friends, and former pupils.
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