In our adult lifetimes we can look back at the teachers whose
classes we attended whether in grade school, high school or college then wonder
how we ever learned anything. Yet, amongst
the multitude of teachers are gems, real gems of education who taught us their
passion for the subject matter.
In my education which includes a Master degree, I have had maybe
five outstanding teachers and many fine teachers. One of those outstanding gems of a teacher
was my freshman in High School English teacher, Miss Peg McIntyre. From her I learned the basics of our language
and most important I learned to love Shakespeare. We studied and read out loud “The Merchant of
Venice” with Miss Mac reading Shylock.
She explained the meaning of each scene, the under currents of the plot,
each character’s motivation and the history of the play’s era.
Miss Mac advised her class to have a dictionary at hand when reading Shakespeare. You must look up all the words you don't know and write the definitions in the margin so you will remember them! To this day when I read Shakespeare, my dictionary is next to my book from which I am reading the play.
A few years ago when Al Pacino performed Shylock in the “Merchant of
Venice” for Shakespeare in the Park, Dan and I were lucky enough to get tickets. I had no time to review or even read the play
in preparation. As I sat in the outdoor
theatre mesmerized by the performances at hand, I recalled the play as if I had
studied it with Miss Mac just a short while ago. The plot unfolded, I remembered much of the
dialogue and the characters’ motivations and for me it was thrilling.
Having stayed in touch with Miss Mac over the years, I wrote her a
note thanking her for being the gem of a teacher she was and telling her how
the story and characters of “Merchant of Venice” had come alive because of her
all these many years later. Nearly two
weeks went by when the phone rang, on the other end, Miss Mac saying how
surprised she was to get my note. We
laughed, reminisced and then she explained something that took me by surprise.
My freshman year was the first time in her many years of teaching
that she had taught “Merchant of Venice” and she was scared teaching it to
us. “Scared?,” I said and her response
was, “I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.
I was afraid you students were not learning the play.” I reassured her she had taught the play just
fine!
Miss Mac left my high school after my freshman year, went on to
teach elsewhere and then married. As I
said, we stayed in touch. Yearly I sent
her a birthday card with a letter. Two
weeks ago I sent her a belated Happy Birthday card and in today’s mail I
received a letter from her husband telling me she had died in July. My heart sank….my gem of an English teacher
who taught me to love Shakespeare is gone having left an indelible mark on me
and I am sure many of her other students.
Grace “Peg” McIntyre Lamb….a classy lady, always dressed in the
most beautiful clothes, hair coiffed, nails manicured, with an Irish glint in
her eye, a smile that lit up her classroom and a gem of a teacher. Miss Mac, you will always be with me every
time I attend a Shakespeare play because you knew how to teach…even if you didn’t
know what the hell you were doing.
