As you all know my brother PJ and his partner Frank run the LimeRock Inn in Rockland. Over the last 10 years they have been witness to countless serendipitous connections. The stories could go on and on and truly highlight what a small world we live in.
About a week or so ago, while having a conversation with a couple originally from New Jersey, Frank discovered that they lived across the street from Tuscon School, in Maplewood, where Dad had been a teacher for most of the 30 plus years he taught. A little more digging and come to find out their daughter had been one of Dad's students and he was one of her favorite teachers at Tuscon. They also fondly remembered him from the various teacher/parent conferences. Dad did remember her as a student. He always remembered many of his students, especially the ones that excelled.
About a week later PJ received the sweetest note from the daughter, along with a few photos taken during a school camping trip. This was 1977, still early in his teaching profession. Dad couldn't have been more than 22/23 at the time. It was a thrill to read her note and to see images of Dad I never knew existed. It highlights the influence we all have on one another and how that influence stands the test of time.
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