Definitely! It was Mrs. Crunk.
She was so sweet and had to slowly coax me into her room. I was so shy and afraid that I would go stand outside my big sister's room and refuse to go to my class. All the teachers were so caring and finally Mrs. Crunk ask me to help her and that got me into the classroom.

First grade was Mrs. Adams! Beryl was her first name. I remember all of my teachers.

My First Grade class only had 6 Students. It was an open classroom with Second Graders. I just remember recess!

I guess I've always been a party-er. LOL!

Gayle

My teacher was Mrs. Osborne and there was a student teacher Miss Bill. I can recall all my teachers up to Sixth Grade. Can't recall junior high and senior high, there were so many and we changed classes every period.

Oh yes, it was Mildred Yavorsky. She was also my oldest daughter's first grade teacher. In my class there was 41 kids. Can you imagine a teacher today having that many in a class and with no aids to help her?

I don't remember my 1st grade teacher, but I remember my kindergarten teacher. Her name was Mrs. Minor, and she was an older lady. I was very, very shy, but I loved school.

Mrs. Miller--I cried every day until after Christmas break--my dad had just got back from VietNam. He and my mom divorced and he got custody--all I could think about was he was leaving me just like my mom did. Sheila

too many years ago...

Yes...Sister Marcelline.

Her name was Sister Linda. Must have been over 30 kids in the class. At the time, I didn't know that nuns could only be female, and thought that our principal was male. I think her name (Paula) through me off, and with a full habit (no hair showing), I just wasn't sure! Kids!

Sister Mary Vincent. I went to Corpus Christi, a catholic parish school in a section of Phila called Nicetown (which wasn't, and is far worse today). She was perfect for a first grade teacher because she was very nice, smiled a lot and was very patient, just what shy nervous young children needed. They put the fire-breathing nuns in the upper grades.

Sister Jean Clair. I thought she was beautiful. Back then all the nuns wore habits. They must've been so hot in the summer. The nuns all lived in a house behind the school. We had four classrooms for grades 1-8.

Sister Anthony - mean old crank. But every day she drew a beautiful picture on the chalkboard with colored chalk. I was left handed and she wouldn't let me use it to print.

I also had a Miss Osbourne....what a lovely lady. My mother started to home school me, but something must have changed her mind, as I started school after it had been in session for a couple of months, and Miss Osbourne made me feel welcome.

Mrs. Simmons. I liked her a lot.She had a reputation for being strict but I thought she was very nice. She gave me extra books to read that she thought I would enjoy. She was older with white hair.

How about all of them? Miss Strang, kindergarten; Mrs. DeVries first grade; Miss Young second grade; Miss Pringle third grade; Mrs. Zuiderhoek fourth grade; Mrs. Martz fifth grade; Mrs. Curtis sixth grade; Mr. Westveer seventh grade and Mr. Lee eighth grade.

I keep in touch with both Mrs. Zuiderhoek and Mrs. Martz to this day. They were absolute gems of teachers.

Miss Watson was my first grade teacher. She was very young and beautiful and was engaged. I remember all us giggling when her boyfriend came to the classroom to pick her up after school. The boys asked them to kiss and Miss Watson blushed.

Sure do! It was Mrs. Bowlby.

She lived across the street from me!

I can remember ALL my teachers' names.

Mrs. Linkins - a real sweetheart. My brother was born that year, and she had the class make a huge poster welcoming him. I still have that poster--baby brother will be 54 this month.

No, I don't remember my 1st grade teacher. That was 57 years ago. But I can remember starting kindergarten. I wasn't even 5 yet. Cut off was Oct. 15, and I turned 5 Oct. 29. I passed the test they gave you so they let me start. But I remember being painfully shy. Taking our rest time on our rugs/mats. I remember making my hand print in plaster of paris, and then dropping and breaking it the day we got to take it home. I was waiting for my older sister to get out of 1st grade, and we would walk home together. Funny what you remember.
Leslie

This is sad- I only remember two- one I really remember is my hateful, horrible 5th grade teacher who made it her mission in life to make my 4.5 months in her class the most miserable I've ever had. I think she disliked me because we moved to a new town and I entered her class halfway thru the year. I was a great student and had straight A's until I met her. Mrs. Kruek was her name. Misery was her game.

And in 8th grade- Mr. Bradford- best teacher I ever had, world history, he made it fun and fascinating.

Mrs. Starks. Today she'd have been put it jail for some of the things she did back then. I remember several children being spanked. Girls got spanked in front of the class, dresses pulled up. Boys were taken in the bathroom to get their spankings. Kids were often hit or slapped for misbehaving. I made sure I never got into any trouble.

I remember my 2nd grade teacher too, but not any teachers beyond that until I was in high school.

Mrs. Bonner. Her first name was Lola. She was nice even though she always wrote on my report card that I liked to "visit with my neighbors". She had beautiful silver hair and must have had it done weekly at a beauty shop.

I had two first grade teachers, first one I can't really remember her name, second one was Mrs. Tegner.

Mrs. Marino! She had dark hair that fluffed out on the sides, and straight, thick bangs. She said she was our "school mommy."

No, I remember her face, but not the name but the 2nd grade was Mrs. Waugaman....That was 63 years ago! Yikes.....

Donna Kunuth

Yes, Ms. D'Bin.

She had a reading contest. You got a plaque if you read the most books. I wasn't a reader until then. I wanted that shiny plaque so bad!! I won it too. LOLOL

I love reading to this day and I feel I have her to thank for it.

Oh sure I remember all of my elementary teachers and most of my Jr and High school teachers.

My First grade teacher was Mrs. Fiset (Fiz-ay). I still remember what she was wearing on the first day of school. She had on a powder blue mini dress with white go-go boots and she had blond Marcia Brady hair. So cool.

K-5th; Mrs. Dayton, Mrs. Fiset, Mrs. Baker, Mrs. Granger, Mrs Pitcathley (still have nightmares about her, even my kids know about her) and Mr Don Rodgers - LOVED him. My brother had him for 5th and 6th so I had met him while in Kindergarten. He lived on a sail boat and played the guitar and flute. What a great guy!

Yes, Mrs. Taylor and I still remember where she lived.

Mrs. Odom, my nephew, same age as me, had Mrs. Winterbottom.

Mrs Reinke.

Wow, you guys are good. No way do I remember her name. I'm sure it was a woman because there weren't many male teachers around in those days, at least not in my school.

I do but I am not sure how to spell :-(
Ms. Boglona (sp)

First grade teacher, Sister Sheila. The elementary school wasn't built yet and I had to go to Catholic school. She and the other 1st grade teacher would play games and send me back and forth to their classrooms with messages and wait to trip me up. Tyrants, I hated both of them and hope....well, never mind what I hope. I had a 5th grade teacher that insisted my name was "Pauline" and Polly was just a nickname. Even filled out report cards, etc. with "Pauline" I hated her also. My 6th grade teacher,Mrs. Young, had it in for me.....She made me stay after school on Fridays, especially if our scout troop had a campout. She was wicked. I was the only one she picked on, I was very quiet and shy and never spoke up. I got my share of "winners" I tell ya..... My 4th grade teacher was a gem and I wish ALL of them had been like her. Only fond memories I have of school.

Mrs. Mann and she did not like me very much and was a little mean to me and I never forgot that.

I found out years later from my Dad why she didn't like me. LOL Her Mom lived on my street but down in the next block. Before she moved down there she lived 2 doors over - Mrs. Goodman was her name.

She used to call our house and hang up or say things to my Mom about having so many kids except my Mom didn't know it was Mrs. Goodman making those calls.

My Mom was really upset by these phone calls. One day my Dad was home from work and when my Mom got the call she handed the phone to my Dad. He demanded to know who it was on the other end and the person didn't say anything but my Dad listened closely and could hear a clock in the background. After hearing that he knew exactly who was making those calls and he charged right on over to her house and yelled at Mrs. Goodman. Of course Mrs. Goodman was mortified she was found out. Next day she sent my Mom over a basket of jams and other things. My Dad came home and saw what she sent and took the stuff right back over to Mrs. Goodman's and told her not be a hypocrite. Yea Dad!

I paid the price for that though. Mrs. Mann practically shunned me and didn't treat me nicely like she treated the other kids. I never told my parents until years and years later. I didn't even know she was Mrs. Goodman's daughter until my Dad told me. LOL

Anne

Sister Adele - and she wasn't much taller than the rest of the first graders. When we had to line up on the playground next to our teachers in order to return to class we used to just look for a short black spot. That's one thing those habits the nuns wore were good for - the other was hiding handkerchiefs up their sleeves.

It wasn't "Grade One", but the "Primer Class" ... taught by Jean Abbott, a fairly newly-minted teacher, I think. I don't remember how many students in that class, but I was in it from Easter till June, then into fist class ... no, not really, that was "First Class". Then we had Jr. and Sr. Second, Jr. and Sr. Third, Jr. and Sr. Fourth.

We all 25 or so in all eight classes lined up by the cloakroom door, and she played "English Country Gardens" on the piano while we all marched to our seats.

She used to finger her beads quite a lot.

She was there for several years - all the way till I grad? I don't remember.

She taught me to love school, along with the subject matter.

And I guess that I've been curious, ever since - one learns a lot of interesting stuff, that way.

ole joyful