In memory of my dear friend, mentor, and “Second” mom, on any given day.
In August1969, I met Vera Powell; she is my assigned P.E. instructor at
Morse High. I bonded with her immediately because of her humor, high energy, and guidance that she gave to all her students. Vera supported me not only in P.E. but in other classes. I found myself visiting her office to ask questions about study techniques and staying on tasks. She provided suggestions on how to take notes in class, studying in quite place, and that reading would enhance my vocabulary. There is no need to remind anyone that Vera was an avid reader.
From the moment I entered Vera’s class, she would let you know that she was in charge! And always expect the unexpected in her class. Like the time we played “Dodgeball” instead of baseball. As unpredictable as class could be, a couple of times, we would make up a dance move on the spot after clearing home base! Vera loved to dance and she incorporated that love into her P.E. classes. As I reminisce about P.E., I am amazed how Vera could run, jump, twirl, and still be pregnant!
A story I fondly remember is Vera offering to write to me after I informed her that my family was moving to Oxnard, CA in October1969. With thoughts of our previous conversations, Vera understood how I respected my elders and knowing their history and experiences could teach and influence my thinking and educational growth. Vera writing to me provided emotional support and encouraged me to write; it was like therapy. She would say, “Writing is a good skill to learn.” Her words were always so intentional.
This story concludes with me connecting with Vera in yet another P.E. class 5 years later at Southwestern College (1974). Our paths would continue to link when Vera began teaching in the Reading department at SWC. I am all grown up now, and having conversations with Vera allowed me to discuss my life experiences. Vera would say, “You’ve come a long way, and I’m proud of you.” When an elder you respect recognizes your potential, you cannot help but thrive!
My final conversation with Vera was on her birthday, November 29th. She shared a birthday with my mother. Her voice was calm and deliberate. Just like the first day I met Vera, she was still providing me with thoughtful and supportive advice. This time, Vera’s words supported me in caring for a fragile mother. Vera’s final words to me were, “Don’t forget to take care of yourself.”
I thank you, love you, and will miss you until!
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Totally by accident, I find in my bookcase a 95-page red book titled, “Miz Vera’s Borrowed Wisdom.” Here are her words of wisdom that I leave you with.
“Dreams and wishes are the things that make life interesting.
They give color and texture to what can be.
And when we believe We Can…WE Do!”
-Vera Mooring
“I always try to remember that my life is a treasure
And I’m trying to spend it wisely
To that end I will not give up five minutes before the miracle.
Nor will I forget that a delay is not a denial.”
-Vera Mooring