In liebevoller Erinnerung
Geteilte Erinnerungen
2 Erinnerungen geteilt für Eleanor Munster.
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The Best Reading Teacher
I was seven and I couldn't read a word without getting frustrated and giving up. Most of the class had moved on to proper books and I was still stuck sounding out three-letter words, convinced I was just bad at it.
Mrs. Munster never once made me feel behind. She'd pull her chair up next to mine during quiet reading time, pick a book about dinosaurs because she knew I loved them, and we'd just go slowly, word by word, for as long as it took. By the end of that year I was reading on my own. I became a teacher myself eventually, and I still think about her patience every time a struggling student sits down at my desk.
Sunday Roast at Cedar Lane
Every Sunday for as long as I can remember, the whole family gathered around Mum's table at Cedar Lane. She'd be up at seven picking whatever was ready in the garden — runner beans, new potatoes, a bowl of raspberries if we were lucky — and by one o'clock the kitchen smelled like nowhere else in the world.
She never sat down until everyone else had a full plate, and even then she'd be back up twice more "just to check on the pudding." My children grew up thinking Sunday lunch was supposed to take four hours and involve at least one argument about whose turn it was to do the washing up. I'd give anything for one more of those afternoons.