Aside from being elderly, she was frail, but she was an excellent and gentle teacher. These were the days when old ladies dressed modestly and the uniform of the day consisted of a flower-patterned dress, opaque stockings and unique orthopedic shoes.
Miss Doyle was an expert at teaching us to spell. We had mastered the alphabet in Miss Moat's kindergarten course and were now ready to tackle putting those letters together. We did this through the aid of those marvelous children, Dick, Jane and Sally accompianied by their dog, Spot and their little cat, Puff.
|Not Mrs. Reif, |
but a reasonable facsimile
I cannot recall many other antics that occurred on Miss Doyle's watch, except this boy had gone into the girls bathroom during our potty break. He was the same exhibitionist from Miss Moats class.
I think what actually happened was this child had some psychological issues and was sent to a special school for help. But since everything was hush-hush in those days we were not told what happened to Dennis.
The rest of the year was uneventful.
I still think back and wonder what Dick, Jane and Sally are doing. ...probably running, looking and jumping.