Best wishes Ruth - I hope you are in a position to honour David's story by going for a good long walk and/or doing something elevating for others. (I am storing this coaching for a time I may need it too.)
Sometimes it just takes one special teacher to change a life - or to stay in the memory for a lifetime, at least. This is a wonderfully positive story, David. Thank you.
Lovely to hear of your connection with Hazel. She spent time in Motueka and left quite a legacy there including founding an outdoor activities centre that many young people have enjoyed for many years now.
This is such a delightful story - I felt uplifted by reading it. What a lasting impact an inspiring teacher can have. My claim to fame is that in 1968 in my New Entrant class I taught an excellent scientist who now talks frequently about the natural world on RNZ. She too sounds down-to-earth and humble. I like to think that learning to read and understand and love the written word helped her on her way.
Changing attitudes at Eton would be an amazingly worthwhile challenge. We idolise sports people who reach the top of their profession, but Mrs Nash has achieved so very much more and I didn’t know about her. Thank you for this.
Morena, what a beautiful Human being mrs Nash was . The positive environmental knowledge she shared and encouraged lives on and on, Humanity needs many many more mrs Nash ! Especially now days
Fabulous David. I hope Hazel gets your wonderful feedback. And what an amazing trip to ‘Mt Egmont’. Wow these days I suspect an amazing trip like that would be filled with so many H & S requirements!
The best value of social media and online research is to find people who have been in your life like this. Thank you.
A lovely memory to share with us as you set forth onward and upward. You are right about vivid memories sticking around.
My introduction to the 3rd Form at Wellington College (1959) is a very different story but with a wee connection, of sorts, to yours. Our pre-occupation was learning the nick-names of the masters - amplified by a kerfuffle over Mr Heron the headmaster's attempts to discover which scurrilous lads had asked 2ZB's Sunday Request Session to play "I am a mole and I live in a hole" for Fish (Heron), Chook (Holmes), Inky (Deighton), Fanny (Flaws), MIcky (Michaels), Daisy (Lane), Foxy (Sutton), Baldy (Smythe, no relation) and Horsey (Bradly). I can't recall the name of the one we called Mole. As we had to endure being called Turdies we allowed ourselves an adolescent snigger or three. But it was Mr Bradly who gained our respect when he opened the classroom door (back then we had to line up outside and wait) and said, "Alright foals, into the stable."
And it was Horsey who showed up as an outdoors evangelist - we spotted him Bible-bashing for the Plymouth Brethren on a street corner one Friday night during the summer holidays in Motueka. I suspect Hazel Nash made a greater contribution to the health and wellbeing of Motuekeans (see John McFadgen's post).
Hi Michael, I remember our 3B classroom upstairs in the old brick C Block at Wellington College, was next door to 4B's classroom and 'Horse' was their form teacher. I remember him sticking his head out of the door as we were obviously making too much noice waiting outside in the hallway and whinnying to get our attention! 'Mickey' Michaels was our favourite, teaching us French. He would stop after twenty minutes and give us a five minute break. He said that way at least he could hold our attention for the last fifteen minutes. I think it worked although my French was pretty useless... :-)
Yes I liked Mickey although I probably learned more French from Foxy Sutton and his daily French proverbs. The less admirable side of Mickey was his strap with one end split and embellished with metal studs.
I think 'Mickeys' strap had been retired by the time I got there. A teacher I didn't have was 'Yogi' Yule who had a reputation for strapping. He was relieving teacher for us one day when I poked the guy sitting in front of me with my compass because he was annoying me. "Yogi' hauled me out into the hallway to strap me. When out there, he said, 'this is between you and me' and then strapped the wall with a resounding six of the best. Needless to say, I behaved after that. :-)
What a wonderful post - thank you! It reminded me of my third form French teacher, who was also our form teacher - Miss Prisk. I sensed that she genuinely cared about her students, which was quite something. No field trips back in the 60s, though! And as a teacher, I hope I made a difference for at least some students. Thanks again, David.
I’m in a dark place at the moment and found considerable solace in this post today. Thank you David.
Please accept this thought of a warm sympathetic hug from a complete stranger.
Good hearing Craig.
NOT vague at all🌹
Best wishes Ruth - I hope you are in a position to honour David's story by going for a good long walk and/or doing something elevating for others. (I am storing this coaching for a time I may need it too.)
Ah - I have now read further down that you did just that. Social media has its upside!
I took David’s advice about walking in NATURE (post a while back)
Feel much better now.
His posts are SUCH A GIFT 🎁
My two little COVID puppies ensure that I do this at least once a day. Never felt better!
I suspect Hazel Nash might get on quite well with our favourite Subslack teacher Ms Barry! Thanks for sharing.
Sometimes it just takes one special teacher to change a life - or to stay in the memory for a lifetime, at least. This is a wonderfully positive story, David. Thank you.
Lovely to hear of your connection with Hazel. She spent time in Motueka and left quite a legacy there including founding an outdoor activities centre that many young people have enjoyed for many years now.
This is such a delightful story - I felt uplifted by reading it. What a lasting impact an inspiring teacher can have. My claim to fame is that in 1968 in my New Entrant class I taught an excellent scientist who now talks frequently about the natural world on RNZ. She too sounds down-to-earth and humble. I like to think that learning to read and understand and love the written word helped her on her way.
I have no doubt about that!
A briiliant life without pretension. Those we need to know about. Actions not words, no staging, no artifice.
Changing attitudes at Eton would be an amazingly worthwhile challenge. We idolise sports people who reach the top of their profession, but Mrs Nash has achieved so very much more and I didn’t know about her. Thank you for this.
Morena, what a beautiful Human being mrs Nash was . The positive environmental knowledge she shared and encouraged lives on and on, Humanity needs many many more mrs Nash ! Especially now days
Fabulous David. I hope Hazel gets your wonderful feedback. And what an amazing trip to ‘Mt Egmont’. Wow these days I suspect an amazing trip like that would be filled with so many H & S requirements!
The best value of social media and online research is to find people who have been in your life like this. Thank you.
Salute the truly superb Hazel Nash ❤️ Lovely to hear her voice again on the Stuff clip! Thanks, David.
Excellent
A lovely memory to share with us as you set forth onward and upward. You are right about vivid memories sticking around.
My introduction to the 3rd Form at Wellington College (1959) is a very different story but with a wee connection, of sorts, to yours. Our pre-occupation was learning the nick-names of the masters - amplified by a kerfuffle over Mr Heron the headmaster's attempts to discover which scurrilous lads had asked 2ZB's Sunday Request Session to play "I am a mole and I live in a hole" for Fish (Heron), Chook (Holmes), Inky (Deighton), Fanny (Flaws), MIcky (Michaels), Daisy (Lane), Foxy (Sutton), Baldy (Smythe, no relation) and Horsey (Bradly). I can't recall the name of the one we called Mole. As we had to endure being called Turdies we allowed ourselves an adolescent snigger or three. But it was Mr Bradly who gained our respect when he opened the classroom door (back then we had to line up outside and wait) and said, "Alright foals, into the stable."
And it was Horsey who showed up as an outdoors evangelist - we spotted him Bible-bashing for the Plymouth Brethren on a street corner one Friday night during the summer holidays in Motueka. I suspect Hazel Nash made a greater contribution to the health and wellbeing of Motuekeans (see John McFadgen's post).
Hi Michael, I remember our 3B classroom upstairs in the old brick C Block at Wellington College, was next door to 4B's classroom and 'Horse' was their form teacher. I remember him sticking his head out of the door as we were obviously making too much noice waiting outside in the hallway and whinnying to get our attention! 'Mickey' Michaels was our favourite, teaching us French. He would stop after twenty minutes and give us a five minute break. He said that way at least he could hold our attention for the last fifteen minutes. I think it worked although my French was pretty useless... :-)
Yes I liked Mickey although I probably learned more French from Foxy Sutton and his daily French proverbs. The less admirable side of Mickey was his strap with one end split and embellished with metal studs.
I think 'Mickeys' strap had been retired by the time I got there. A teacher I didn't have was 'Yogi' Yule who had a reputation for strapping. He was relieving teacher for us one day when I poked the guy sitting in front of me with my compass because he was annoying me. "Yogi' hauled me out into the hallway to strap me. When out there, he said, 'this is between you and me' and then strapped the wall with a resounding six of the best. Needless to say, I behaved after that. :-)
Up there with your best boyo
Cool memory. I had a teacher like that too. One of my passwords
What a wonderful post - thank you! It reminded me of my third form French teacher, who was also our form teacher - Miss Prisk. I sensed that she genuinely cared about her students, which was quite something. No field trips back in the 60s, though! And as a teacher, I hope I made a difference for at least some students. Thanks again, David.
Oh, yes! Miss Prisk in French was a welcome change from the formidable Miss Henderson in Latin.