I just read a great post about common grammar mistakes. I don’t want to brag, but none of these were a surprise to me. (Okay, I needed the refresher on effect/affect. Who doesn’t?) So I tried to remember where I first learned about things like your/you’re and it’s/its.

Darlene Thompson. Sixth grade English. Atlanta C-3 School.

Then I wondered if my natural affinity for the written word is the reason I grasped those details and made them my own. (Don’t I wish.) I don’t think so. Instead, I suspect I grasped those principles because I loved the woman who taught them.

Mrs. Thompson wore bright, red finger nail polish and and a bracelet every day. She was what we called full-figured, and I think her personhood was even larger than her stature. Her classroom was upstairs in our K-12 school, so she represented our ascent from children to future adults. She was the last step of elementary school and the first step into wider horizons. And she led us there well.

Thinking of her now, forty-some years later, I can’t remember anything she ever actually said. I only remember the way I felt when she was in the room. Safe. Happy. Possible.

She probably never dreamed she was influencing future writers. Or world travelers. (Hi, Connie) Or that one of those giggly little girls would grow up to take over the high school English department in the same school — making hundreds of students feel safe. And happy. And possible. (Hi, Judy)

So, I’m grateful today for Mrs. Thompson. For her influence upon my writing and upon my friends. If she can see us today, I hope we have made her proud.