Writing my recent posts was fun going back to that summer of ’73 and recollecting just how scary and rewarding the events turned out to be in my “mad scramble” to land a teaching job. After all, I’d spent five years at Kent State preparing for it, and I’d thought I had one already in the bag after I graduated in June. But that wasn’t to be, and in hindsight now, forty-eight years later, I still am amazed at how everything worked out.
As it all turned out, it was worth it! That long day spent with my dad clicking off so many miles between Western Springs, Illinois, and Munster, Indiana, and south to parts unknown in Mulberry Grove, Illinois, and back home through a dark and stormy night, will forever be etched in my vault of memories.
A few days after I was back home, I was offered—and I accepted—a position as junior high English teacher and coach at Mulberry Grove Community Unit Number One. And so my thirty-five year career was about to begin. Eventually, in posts down the road, I will share various items of the people and places that were a vital part of my years in the teaching world that began in tiny Mulberry Grove and about the many old and historic roads I travelled.
Until next time…