Aside from Mrs. Barrett tolerating my incessant sneaking of books off the classroom shelves next to my desk, Cecelia Fife had the most influence on me as I developed a love of reading and writing. She read, she corrected, she encouraged, but most of all, she laughed at the silly things I wrote.
My writing career hasn't progressed to the points of the lofty dreams I had in her classroom, but maybe someday . . .
May she rest in peace.
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