A teacher worth remembering

We’ve all had teachers who have made a difference in our lives.
When I met Dr Ernest Edwards, professor of music at ABAC I was a freshman in College. For months I had heard of this distinguished man and read some of his poetry and stories. I was acting in “Hold Me”, by Jules Pfeiffer, he had come to practice piano, as he was leaving he came up to me and complimented me on something, and I thanked him. I was wearing spandex shorts and he asked about the material as well. He taught music appreciation. I’ve had many wonderful teachers, that taught me many things. But this lesson was something I learned and guess I’m still learning every day. Music was never my best class, and was a class that I just had to take for my core curriculem. So I never imagined I would learn something much larger than music. I was a freshman in college, and actually became friends with a man who was friend with Dr. Edwards. He invited me to have dinner with this man, I accepted, and fretted over how I would feel sitting down and breaking bread with someone so bright, a philosopher, a poet, a writer of song and stories. Would I even be able to bring anything to the conversation. So you can see I was scared of him at first. I soon grew to know him for the wonderful person he is and will love him forever. He used to call me “Beautiful One”. He’s the beautiful one. I learned a lot about life through him. He wrote a short story that he had a very personal viewpoint which begins with the question- “If love is what we all want, then why are we so afraid of it.” He wrote of regardless of our earthly years our time here is quickly running out and how we must try to fill them with the best life has to offer. His eyes have seen the light, the truth-he’s seen houses decay, cars fall apart and realized they are only temporary. Things that last are like he says, “the friends who have stood by us through the years, people who have loved us, and whom we have loved. Things can be replaced, people cannot. The smile, the touch of hand, the embrace of someone we love, and who loves us. He’s right. He helped shape a lot of my values in life. His final lesson was “When all of life has been measured and sifted and simplified, we truly realize that nothing else matters as does love.” He was a teacher over thirty years, I havn’t visited him in a while and need to make that a priority, I talk to him on the phones every now and then, but it’s been a while. He’s in a retirement home, two of his best friends are there with him, Ralph and Betty. But I had heard Ralph had died recently. Blessings going out to Ernie! He let me call him that too when he wasn’t in class. We became friends the years I went to ABAC. Knowing him let me see a side of myself that wasn’t that diffrent from anyone else. I felt I wanted to learn, I wanted something better for myself. I have a picture of us somewhere. I played Santa Clause one year for some extra money around Christmas, he must of heard and he went up to the mall where I was working, came up sat on my lap and got his picture taken. I’m sure there were a lot of people wondering why this grown man was sitting in Santa’s lap. He’s in a assisted living home now, and I keep meaning to take Mike to meet him when we go home. But I never seem to make time for it, which is a shame on my part. I remember he always made me feel smart, and peaked my interest in things I had never even dreamed of. He gave unconditionally and was such a good friend. Bless him whereever he is.

Advertisements

~ by deveil on MayUTCb000000pmWed, 24 May 2006 23:25:00 +000006 19, 2007.

One Response to “A teacher worth remembering”

  1. Derek…
    I have had a similar experience with a former boss, who in so many ways reminded me of my dad. I have so wanted to visit him but alas I have lost contact all together. part of me not doing it earlier was that ugly thing called FEAR. Fear that there wouldn’t be the same connection as before. Odd you work with someone for 10 of your 18 years and your have this fear.

    I’d say make time, especially if he is in a rest home. It mmight end up being one of the happiest moments for him, and for YOU (should you get home any time soon). Just thinking outloud.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

 
%d bloggers like this: