My favorite teacher in school was my third-grade teacher. Her name was Mrs. Donna Ash. She was always my favorite. Throughout my life, she was a close friend up until her death. She even came to our home and got acquainted with my children. She was just that kind of a person, she was a favorite.
Mrs. Ash was caring, but she was demanding. If I can recall, she kept me after school the first day and had me in tears. I must have done something that caused that. I don’t remember what it was. She was demanding and strict. However, she was also caring for each student.
Later on, whenever I would try to tell her how good she had been, she would always say, “But I failed one child.”
One of the children she taught ended up in prison. Mrs. Ash always felt that it made her a failure. However, that’s never the truth for her. She was kind and understanding with all of the students.
Heather and Angie will remember that Donna Ash came down to our home on Geneva road and the two took her down to show her their room in the basement. She brought a cake because she had asked me to bring the kids over to the tabernacle in America fork, where she was asked to speak in a Priesthood meeting which was unusual. And she used some of us as some kind of an example I don’t remember what it was but after that was over, she brought a cake down to the house. But she was always the most special of all my teachers in school.
