My Best Teacher.
That would be Marion Brady. He was the best all through school and college, and I had a lot of them.
I am in contact with Mr. Brady, and he’s still raising hell with the system of education that we have in this country. I’ve mentioned him before and given you links to his editorial pieces. If you want to know how qualified he is to offer advice on education, just Google him.
What what Marion did so well, at least in my case, was to teach me to question. This didn’t go to well with many of the parents back then, and I believe that it’s true today. Most parents want their children to grow up as euphemistic clones of themselves. As a result, Mr. Brady had problems staying at one particular school for any extended period of time. That was also true at Sea Cow High.
Our book reading assignments from Mr. Brady were Democracy in America by Alexis de Tocqueville and The Ugly American by Eugene Burdick and William Lederer. After the summer break, Mr. Brady asked us what books we had read. When I told him that I had read Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. He was taken aback just a little. I thought at first it was because the book is so classical in nature and also very long. But then he asked “Who let you read THAT?” If you don’t know, The Canterbury Tales gets mighty spicy in parts. I think he was pleased.
Perhaps the most telling evidence of one’s influence on another, especially a young person, is how many specific instances way down the road that one recalls. I have a very good memory. But I recall more occasions from his class than probably all the others combined. For example, this just came into my mind the other day. Marion, assuming that you’re reading this, you probably don’t remember. A discussion arose about a woman who had lost her only child through some accident or illness. Your question was “Does a woman who loses her only child grieve as deeply as a woman who loses only one of several?” A number of students answered – I particularly remember Bob Beall’s answer (yes, of Beall’s Department Stores), which echoed the sentiments of the class in general. Yes, the woman with many children feels the pain just as deeply. I had my hand up, but we ran out of time. Now, Mr. Brady, here is my comment fifty-nine years late. The woman with several children feels the pain just as deeply, but she has her remaining children to comfort her.
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