Three Letters from Teddy and Other Stories

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Righter Bookstore, Dec 1, 2006 - Foreign Language Study - 172 pages
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A collection of short stories to touch the heart. Those who are acquainted with Teddy Stallard and his teacher, Miss Thompson, will enjoy further stories of this teacher's ability to touch the lives of her students. Other stories include " The Christmas Nandina" which tells of a dying woman's effort to make her last Christmas special for her three young boys. "Big Rocks Cafe" shows us another aspect of the homeless while "The Mirror" shows us another face of aging. These and other stories will touch you and perhaps cause you to look at those around you in a different way.
 

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Three Letters From Teddy
9
To Wear Big Boots
17
Snowflakes
27
Expectation Of a Bright Future
34
The Christmas Nandina
47
Julias Monkey Bread
54
Big Rocks Cafe
57
A Stranger Named Kenneth
68
Their Special Mother
77
Love Is An Action Verb
84
When Miss Sallie Sang
92
The Mirror
98
Plain Brown Wrapper
106
Something of Value
129
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Page 12 - ... did it with a flair. She should have known better; she had Teddy's records and she knew more about him than she wanted to admit. The records read: First grade: Teddy shows promise with his work and attitude, but poor home situation. Second grade: Teddy could do better. Mother is seriously ill. He receives little help at home.
Page 13 - At the end of the day, when school was over and the other children had left, Teddy lingered behind. He slowly came over to her desk and said softly, "Miss Thompson . . . Miss Thompson, you smell just like my mother . . . and her bracelet looks real pretty on you, too. I'm glad you liked my presents." When Teddy left, Miss Thompson got down on her knees and asked God to forgive her. The next day when the children came to school, they were welcomed by a new teacher. Miss Thompson had become a different...
Page 15 - She didn't hear from Teddy for a long time. Then one day, she received a note that read: Dear Miss Thompson, I wanted you to be the first to know: I will be graduating second in my class. Love, Teddy Stallard. Four years later, another note came: Dear Miss Thompson, They just told me I will be graduating first in my class. I wanted you to be the first to know. The university has not been easy, but I liked it. Love, Teddy Stallard.
Page 14 - I knew he would be moving out of the state when school was out, I was not worried for him. Teddy had reached a level that would stand him in good stead the following year, no matter where he went. He had enjoyed a measure of success and as we were taught in our education courses: "Success builds success.
Page 12 - And then the last day before the holidays arrived. Our little tree on the reading table sported paper and popcorn chains. Many gifts were heaped underneath, waiting for the big moment. Teachers always get several gifts at Christmas, but mine that year seemed bigger and more elaborate than ever. There was not a student who had not brought me one. Each unwrapping brought squeals of delight and the proud giver would receive effusive thank-yous.
Page 13 - He smiled shyly as he fixed the clasp and I held up my wrist for all of them to admire. There were a few hesitant ooh 's and ahh's, but, as I dabbed the cologne behind my ears, all the little girls lined up for a dab behind their ears. I continued to open the gifts until I reached the bottom of the pile. We ate our refreshments until the bell rang. The children filed out with shouts of "See you next year!
Page 14 - Slowly, hut surely be caught up with the rest of the class. Gradually, there was a definite upward curve in his grades. He did not have to repeat the fifth grade. In fact, his final averages...
Page 10 - He was dirty. Not just occasionally, but all the time. His hair hung low over his ears, and he actually had to hold it out of his eyes as he wrote his papers in class. (And this was before it was fashionable to do so!) Too, he had a peculiar odor about him which I could never identifv.
Page 10 - Not ouly was he behind, he was just plain slow! I began to withdraw from him immediately. Any teacher will tell you that it's more of a pleasure to teach a bright child. It is definitely more rewarding for one's ego. But any teacher worth...
Page 13 - I felt conspicuous, embarrassed because they all stood watching me unwrap that gift. As I removed the last bit of masking tape, two items fell to my desk. A gaudy rhinestone bracelet with several stones missing and a small bottle of dime-store cologne—half empty.

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Elizabeth Silance Ballard lives and writes in Rockingham, North Carolina

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