I get a handful of free books from my publisher, and I’m saving one for Alvina. She was my first teacher, the one who made me want to teach. And as I took class after class on the way to a teaching degree, I measured my other teachers and professors and eventually myself by Alvina. She was my yardstick.
Alvina is now 94 years old. The last time I went back to Grantsville, Maryland, I stopped to see Alvina. She remembered me . . . and my first grade reading score.
“I wrote a book,” I told her.
“Good for you,” she said. “I want to buy one. What’s it about?”
“You,” I said. “It’s about you. And I’ll be bringing you a book.”