We often do not realize the long-lasting impact we have on others….
Each of us affect those around us – either positively or negatively – every day, many times without even realizing it.
When I was 9 years old, I was a 4th grader at Berryville (Arkansas) elementary school. My teacher that year was Mrs. Mary Ellen Swofford. The year before, when I was a 3rd grader, I had feared Mrs. Swofford, hoping and praying many times that I wouldn’t have her for a teacher. A trim, petite lady, she always wore neatly fitted dresses and matching heels that clicked briskly when she walked down the hall. You always knew when it was Mrs. Swofford coming – even before you saw her – by those clicking heels. She was a no-nonsense teacher, and had high expectations for students’ behavior, attitude, and efforts.
Entering 4th grade, my fears were realized when I saw that in fact I did have Mrs. Swofford as my teacher. Those fears quickly faded away as I got to know her however, and she remains to this day one of my absolute favorite teachers.
In late September, this lovely “changing of seasons” time of year we are in right now, Mrs. Swofford started our day by printing the word autumn on the chalkboard. She wrote slowly and carefully, building our anticipation as we students saw the care and simple artistry she put into every letter. She chose to use the old fashioned style on the letter “a”, a style still utilized in type print today but rarely seen anymore in written form. We had no idea why she was writing the word, but she definitely had our attention. The room was quiet as we waited in anticipation. When she finished, she turned to us and said, “Isn’t this a pretty word? I’ve always thought it was such a pretty word to see in print – and I think that fits so well because autumn is such a pretty time of year. Some people call it “fall”, but I’ve always preferred to use autumn because of the way the word looks when you write it and sounds when you say it. It’s just so much better, don’t you think?”
That was it. That’s all she said. We moved on – getting out our paper and pencils and beginning our school work for the day. Mrs Swofford left that carefully written word on the board for the remainder of the week, and I would look up at it throughout the day and my 9-year-old mind would think, “Wow – that really is a pretty word!”
It was a simple act – but it taught me several valuable lessons.
Our choices of words matter. Language (both spoken and written) is an art form.
Printing and handwriting can be artistically beautiful.
Celebrating beauty every day brings joy – whether it’s the changing of the seasons, the smile of a friend, or simply a beautiful word written on the chalkboard.
This year marks my 46th autumn since that day in Mrs. Swofford’s classroom – and every single year I still remember that simple word written on the chalkboard and the lesson she taught us.
Thank you, Mrs. Swofford.
Author’s Note: I knew Mrs. Swofford had passed away last year, so at the last minute I decided to look up as I was publishing this post. Ironically, she died one year ago today – September 28, 2020.
Wonderful tribute to a wonderful Christian lady and teacher !! I found myself as I read it to scroll and look at the word autumn and found myself thinking wow it’s true it is a pretty word!!
I LOVE this blog!! Your point is so true – each of us does affect others, often unknowingly. Thank you for sharing this! And, AUTUMN is a lovely word!
Nice memory
Ms. Carlon, YOU were that teacher for me! Although my small class in Republic, MO may have just been another group of kiddos for you, please know that you meant so much to us. I, too, was scared to have you as a teacher (after hearing you were really strict by some kids in the grade above me). Those fears were gone so quickly – much like yours with Mrs. Swofford – because you taught us little 10 years olds more than math and science – you taught us to have purpose, love, friendship, hope, and to see the beauty in the world. You were a beacon of Christ’s love for our eager, growing minds. Many of us from that very class are still close friends today. Thank you for continuing to encourage people. You may never know the extent of your impact on us, but we remember it well.