Happy Green Day!!

17 years and counting…  That’s how long I have been exchanging St. Patrick’s Day cards with my high school math teacher. 

You see, green is my favorite color.  It has been for a great part of my life.  It was also the favorite color of Miss Merrilee Sump.  My sophomore year in high school we decided to bake cookies for class to celebrate “green day”.  The tradition continued for the next two years, and once I was gone, we bagan exchanging St. Pat’s cards.  Haven’t missed a year.  Other than Christmas cards and St. Pat’s cards, we don’t communicate.  Funny. But, she even drove through a blizzard to come to our wedding…she’s a good lady, that Merrilee.  So Happy Green Day!!

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Comment by Kristi on March 17, 2008 at 9:17 am

Today’s Green Menu: Green eggs (and ham, of course) for breakfast, Green milk at lunchtime, and Green beans for supper

 
Comment by Deanne on March 17, 2008 at 11:00 am

I looked for something green in my closet. But I didn’t find anything. So I’m greenless. (maybe I should write on myself with my green highlighter…)

I think it’s quite cool that you exchange cards with Ms. Sump. (I could never, ever bring myself to call her Merrilee.) She was a tough dorm counselor, but fair, I always thought. I didn’t actually have her for Math, except as an adviser for trig.

I felt bad about her stroke… where is she now?

Comment by Beth on March 17, 2008 at 12:02 pm

It actually wasn’t a stroke, it was Bell’s palsy, and she recovered completely.
She’s the principal of the Lutheran school in Clarinda, Iowa now. She’s been there for probably 13 or 14 years. She’s just the same, looks the same, acts the same, hasn’t aged a minute. It’s funny.

Comment by Deanne on March 18, 2008 at 4:01 am

That’s great news! Good for her!

 
 
 
Comment by Peggy on March 17, 2008 at 3:52 pm

Happy Day! That’s awesome that you still keep in touch with Sister Mc Merrilou … she looks a little like Mr. Slate.

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Comment by Lauren on March 17, 2008 at 5:45 pm

Good grief, I don’t send cards to dear friends and family members. I’m quite impressed!

 
Comment by Karla on March 17, 2008 at 8:04 pm

How fun!! I always enjoyed Merrilee. She went back to the town that my Gramma and Grampa lived in (the Grampa whose birthday is today). It was nice to see her whenever we were in Clarinda.

Comment by Lloyd on March 18, 2008 at 5:48 am

Larry, from the city of Lincoln Lutheran choir’s brother is from Clarinda and Larry is going to visit him over Easter. (thanks for sharing)

 
 
Comment by Brad on March 18, 2008 at 3:36 am

I remember Merrilee Sump as Math teacher, and as Sex Ed teacher. “Lord of Life, Lord of Me” was the name of the class. We saw a film of some French woman actually giving birth. Ahhhh!

Comment by Deanne on March 18, 2008 at 4:02 am

Ahhhhh! is right… I think they had nixed that class just one year later–WHEW!

Comment by Karla on March 18, 2008 at 4:57 am

Jeez, I don’t remember that at all!! Was that an actual semester long course? Belch! But then again, that is good use of typical Lutheran scare tatics. ;)

Comment by Brad on March 18, 2008 at 5:34 am

It was an Interim class. I LOVED Interim. I wish we did it at my school now. I’d love to teach something for two weeks just because I thought it was interesting and have kids sign up for it just because they thought it was interesting.

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Comment by Peggy on March 18, 2008 at 7:28 am

So you voluntarily signed up for the birth? or the French woman?

 
 
 
 
Comment by Lloyd on March 18, 2008 at 5:49 am

she ripped, we saw it and were traumatized. I never had sex with french women after that.

Comment by Deborah on March 18, 2008 at 6:38 am

 
 
 
Comment by Beth on March 18, 2008 at 7:54 am

How on earth did my innocent St. Patrick’s Day post come to THIS?

*sigh*

 
Comment by Lauren on March 18, 2008 at 5:13 pm

Brad and Lloyd have poor manners when it comes to the delicate issue of childbirth.

 
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