I remember meeting Teach. He was one of those "grad student" teachers and was teaching my Government class. I recall his writing his name on the blackboard -- his whole name, first and last. I dunno, I wasn't used to calling my teachers by their first name and he didn't really seem old enough to call him "Mr." so I compromised...I called him nothing. If I was called on in class, I simply answered. If I had a question, I simply asked...no need to address him by name at all. That worked well until the first time I saw him out of the classroom.
It seems grad students didn't command huge salaries teaching undergrad classes, so he also worked on campus in one of the "traffic control booths." When I saw him there and I wanted to say hello, I had to call him something... and so I did... "Hi, Teach!" Teach and I became good friends and I never called him anything but Teach. He didn't complain.
So today, as I headed back inside to continue my workday, I opened the package and found a dozen or so photos. These were old, reddened with age photos Teach had found, photos taken during my years in Florida, as a student at FSU and then a few years later when I lived there with my husband and two children. Of course, as with all old photos, it isn't so much the quality of the photo as the memories of the times that are evoked.
Now I recall my apartment in back then as being a real dive. It was $145 per month and I shared that cost with a roommate because that was an awful lot of money in those days. In this photo, I also notice that I spent a LOT on decor...please note the window ledge lined with beer bottles????
Of course, this photo was intended to capture my best friend visiting from back home in Bowie, Maryland and my boyfriend visiting from Princeton, but it's really hard not to notice the:
- mirror wall
- beer bottle decor
- black plastic couch!
In this photo, I am reminded of how "young" "old" looks to me now. Not that I ever thought Teach looked old, but he was almost 18 years my senior, making him about 37 in this photo....to me, at 19, 37 was OLD! Today, at 52, this 37 year old looks like a YOUNGSTER!
And I was reminded of one of my favorite places to spend peaceful nature time. St. Marks was always enjoyable, with lots of birds, a beach of sorts, and a lighthouse....and ALLIGATORS. None of the wildlife made it into these pictures taken that day, but I have plenty of others that DO have the gators. One day I'll unpack those boxes.
The photos of the Bryan Hall in 1978 reminded me of my first time trying to find my way around what seemed to me to be a huge campus. I thought I would never be able to get from one class to another on time, and spent a great deal of time trying to make sure my classes were within reasonable walking distance from each other....MAN I walked soooooo many miles in those days! And check out the cars....
But, I suppose what is most remarkable to me is that only five years after these photos were taken, having graduated, moved back to Maryland, worked a couple of years in DC, I was, once again living in Tallahassee, married and with two children.... and sewing matching shirts for father and son, LOL.
The children are grown and married. I have survived two marriages. I moved away from Tallahassee almost 22 years ago and have only been back twice in all of those years. I think a Florida trip, a trip to see friends rediscovered after many years, with a stop in Tallahassee would be nice.... I'll have to see how I can work that in.
A simple walk down a 400 foot driveway to open the gate opened the floodgate of memories of more than 30 years ago. What a delightful walk! Thank you, Teach! Much appreciated!