Yes, her name was Mrs. Gross — our third grade teacher.
I have no idea what her first name was, because in the, ahem, Golden Age of Knollwood schooling, we kids just assumed teachers had no first name. And they all sounded like the Charlie Brown teacher to us — "Wa wa wa wa wa we ... wa wa weee."
So, she was a pretty young teacher, whose probably sweet voice was lost to us and she was ironically named Mrs. Gross. Gross.
Poor thing. Though, she didn't seem to mind that children called her Gross with every raise of their little hands.
Who knew? Gross was good.
The hip hair style was a pixie back then, as I recall. And good ol' Mrs. Gross had it. We kids, on the other hand, were too young to be that hip. So, left to our mothers' tape or bowl and scissors, many ended up with really bad bangs, too much hair lopped off and onto the kitchen floor or a hairband to pull the mistake back and hide it. Yes.
Fair Havenites were a bit more modest back then ... and broke. There were no mom and daughter mani-pedi dates or $200 coiffes. It was all about Mom's mood and the scissors.
Yet, somehow, some are still here and looking a bit eerily the same — minus the bowl cut or bangs gone awry.
Recognize anyone? And what was the funniest teacher's name that you recall? Oh, and at RFH there was a Mr. Gross. No relation.
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