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Sender: Jane E Carleton, M. A., G. G. Certified Dream Specialist, Graduate Gemologist
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Posted On: 09/24/2014
Year: 1965-1969

Memoirs - Carleton

I was a student from 1965 until 1969, 3rd-6th grade, and remember my third grade teacher, Miss Zamzow, and especially my favorite teacher, 6th grade, Mrs. Berlin.

PHES was my favorite school and this was my favorite period of my childhood. I loved walking to school, and seeing the little jewelry store at the nearby little mall that would feature a different gemstone every month. I loved the colorful displays and the sparkly gems. I became a gemologist eventually…I remember the fried cheddar cheese squares the cafeteria would serve sometimes.

In my neighborhood, we had “the Breadman”, who would drive by in his green truck, selling bread and candy. I loved to buy malted milk balls and sit under a tree in my yard on Likini Street, and munch on candies while I read my Casper and Wendy comic books, or the Narnia books. Magical fantasy was my world and I loved my dreams.

I remember how exciting it was to be able to have a cup of water on our desks in Mrs. Berlin’s class, like adults, and how we were taught to develop our projects for assignments ourselves. I loved Mrs. Berlin’s slide shows of her travels and I remember in particular her slides of the Mayan ruins in Mexico. I remember giving a report on Canada by presenting a puppet show with dinosaur puppets my mother made, and I remember sitting under a tree in the yard, sketching clouds for a report on cloud formations. At the end of the school year, Mrs. Berlin wrote a page of humorous predictions of what we all would be doing as adults far into the future. I saved that page for many years. She had me pretty well figured out…said I would travel across the west in a covered wagon filled with sweets, a TV, and many books, exploring my imagination. She told me that the unfortunate thing about growing up is that adults often lose their imagination in the pursuit of building a life, but if I remember to hold my imagination in high regard, to cherish it and hold onto it, I won’t lose it. I consider this piece of advice to be the most important of my life. I did hold onto my imagination and I did travel through the west, in rafts and a Subaru Outback, and now I teach creative dreaming to children and adults. Mrs. Berlin reminded me to honor my imagination, and I honor her as an amazing teacher who has no idea of how deeply she inspired me. Her legacy continues through me and I’m sure many others who were fortunate enough to have her as their teacher.

If anyone knows anything about Mrs. Berlin, I’d sure love to hear it.

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