When Jacinda was fourteen years old she was trying to eat everything on her plate so as not to disappoint her mother. Her mother worked hard, would come home tired, and prepare dinner for herself and her daughter.
Jacinda detested kale, but she ate it because her mother grew some in a small plot at the back door. The rest of the meal was usually plain but nice enough. But kale! Yuk!
It was while Jacinda was doing her best one evening to stomach the kale when she said five words (which can’t be repeated here because everyone might start trying to use them). Her meal turned into the most delicious hamburger. Jacinda was shocked.
“Mother! Mother!” she said. “Look what happened! I simply said five words and my meal turned into a delicious hamburger.”
“I’ve been waiting to see if that should happen,” said Jacinda’s mother. “Your grandmother had that gift. Unfortunately I missed out on getting it. We come from a long line of wizards. You must be careful how and when you use such power.”
From that day on Jacinda and her mother ate nothing but beautiful meals – devoid of kale. Jacinda learned to use her wizardry wisely.
You don’t believe me? Just look into any classroom. If the teacher is not crabby, ugly, mean, nasty, and wizened-up (literally) there can be no doubt that there’s a Jacinda relative smiling among the students.
I had a couple of those teachers! One female, one male. Thank you, Jacinda’s grandmother.
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That explains why you turned out nice!
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I did??? I mean, I did.
Funny thing, that male teacher (John) married one of my classmates (Nina) who was my best friend. I lost touch with them, then stumbled across her on Facebook, It’s been about 70+ years since we last were in touch, so it’s been quite a walk down memory lane for both of us. John had just recently died when Nina and I made contact.
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That’s a fantastic story!
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One or 2 good teachers can make such a difference to the course of a person’s life. I would imagine there are a few students who have positive memories of you.
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I had only two teachers at primary school level – both fantastic: Mr Allen from aged 5 to 10, and Sister Columbiere from 11 to 12.
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Ay, fair is foul and foul is fair….
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Hover through the fog and filthy air.
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Welcome back, Uma!
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My word! Such goings-on!
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It’s magic!
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That certainly explains a lot! And I loathe kale.
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Someone gave me a couple of kale plants. I had never eated it before. As I said when spitting out the mouthful of kale: “I’d rather eat disgusting grits”.
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And I LIKE grits! As long as they are not watery.
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We ordered grits in NC once to try it (grits is an American thing!) We spent the rest of the day spitting out sand! Possibly the most horrible thing I have ever eaten (other than junket).
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When you come to visit, we will make you some cheese grits with bacon – delicious!
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If I sleep in you’ll know why!
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But kale is so good for you (I say never having tried it)!
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A neighbour gave me a couple of kale plants, and after three attempts to prepare it in different ways we gave up and threw it over the fence. Not even the cows would touch it.
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