(I'm on the ladder. Jimmy is in front of me, and I was in love with him.)Mrs. Stetson lived in my neighborhood. My siblings and I frequently visited Mrs. Stetson. She made the best Chex Mix, pretended to be astounded when I showed her I could play "Birdy Birdy Where is your Nest?" on the piano, took us to the Ice Cream Parlor on our birthday, ... the list goes on and on. What a neat lady. My favorite memories with Mrs. Stetson are of dying Easter Eggs. Now, when I dye eggs with my kids, I always think of that very special preschool teacher.
Here are a couple pictures from this year's egg dying extravaganza. Matt had to work on a book report, and Josh is too cool for egg dying. So it was me, Kate, and Joey. :)
Kate was using the fan to speed up the drying process. She really really really wanted to put stickers on the eggs.
Even to this day, I keep in touch with my dear preschool teacher. Pat, thank you for being such a special friend to me all through these years.
