Teaching has been my life’s work and a most rewarding career.
In all I’ve taught for about 37 years, 33 of them at Dunham School.
Former students—some now adults—have been kind enough to tell me that I’m the best teacher they ever had. Surely others, equally kind, have spared me stories about my being the worst teacher they ever had. For the vast majority of my students, I surely fell somewhere in between.
When I came to school early Friday morning to close out the classroom. it was sad to see the bicycle shed in the jaws of a John Deere 444K High Lift and the jumble of kids' bicycles piled in a pickup bed to be taken to recycle town.
|Out with the old|
As I write this today, the wall between my classroom and the Community Room will be torn down. The kindergarten room where my teaching took place is no longer there.
I enjoyed the goodbye picnic last Saturday. I brought along our Teardrop Trailer, made in Petaluma, to suggest how I’ll spend a good chunk of my time in retirement.
|Camping Mr. Kindergarten style|
|Teaching is a treasure|
|Our teardrop trailer at the camp.|
|Paddling the river between Duncans Mills and Jenner|
Mostly we’ll camp along the Russian River at Duncans Mills Camping Club. We enjoy paddling this part of the river that in the summer months really amounts to a narrow, 4-mile long, shallow lake that slowly makes its way to Jenner.
|The six words on the base say it all|
Saturday’s party culminated with the move of the Mr. Kindergarten sculpture to my front yard in Sebastopol where it now stands. The sculpture suggests the other activities I look forward to in retirement: bicycling (yes, slowly and in regular clothes), playing ukulele, and gardening.