After writing that last post, I've been getting into Sentimental-Weep-Mode .. and I made a little phone call to Miss Suares to see how she was. She told me that there's been nothing but talk of our little visit, all morning. Even the maid and cook were all agog (plus quite fascinated by the sudden appearance of "Gladys" with her red nose, funny voice and of course, the bubbles!)
Miss Suares has read through all your letters and said it was so wonderful to reminisce and visualise all the girls who sent the letters - she remembers you all.
"It makes you feel .. " here she paused, ".. different."
What made it extra special for her, she said, was seeing that not all the girls who came or wrote were active in sports. She hadn't thought that she meant anything more than a sports teacher. I think that, reading what we had written, how we had held on to her words all these years - eyes front, hold those heads high, backs straight, lift those feet - made her see that she had done more than train champions and coach teams - she had influenced the lives not just of girls but the women we've become. I think she knows now that she was more than she thought she was.
She also said that now, her own words were coming back to her at a time when she needed it, to give her the inspiration and motivation to keep going. That's a nice harvest, don't you agree?
I think now she does understand what she was, and is, for Cottons. I do wish my poor Professor Snape could have had what we gave Miss Suares yesterday.
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