That would be Mrs. Jeanne Parrish. I really loved her. And believe it or not, she loved me. Here she is from my Sea Cow High School Year Book, 1961:
And here we are fifty years later:
I have to say that she was not only my favorite teacher, but the favorite of a great number of everybody who went to school there. We stayed in contact over the years. I used to visit with her. Not long before she passed away, well into her nineties, I took her to lunch and then on a car tour of Bradenton and Anna Maria Island. She loved it. She told me that I was like a son to her.
I have to tell you a story about her. First, you probably won’t believe it,but I was the most honest kid throughout all my years in school and college. and that’s a lot of years. I never cheated. Well, almost. I did cheat once. It was in Mr. Anderton’s eighth grade English class. We were taking a test and Sandy Mason, probably the prettiest girl in school, sat behind me. I felt a pencil poke my shoulder. I looked back, and Sandy whispered “What’s the answer to number three?” I told her. But that was the first and only time I ever cheated.
I was in Mrs. Parrish’s twelfth grade English class. She had returned graded tests to us students. I noticed that she graded mine wrong. After class I went up to her desk with my paper and said “Mrs. Parrish, you made a mistake. You gave me an ‘A’, but I missed two questions, not just the one.” She paused for a moment looking at me, and then she said “Bud, I’ll never forget you.” She never did.