His name was Mr. Haycock.

P.S. Check out the scarves. Karen and I both are wearing them in the style of the day. They were small, square, flimsy things but they were fashionable. Fashionistas like us exist in every decade.

P.S. Check out the scarves. Karen and I both are wearing them in the style of the day. They were small, square, flimsy things but they were fashionable. Fashionistas like us exist in every decade.

He was our 7th grade art teacher. Art was mandatory for 7th graders (what a concept!) He was a burly, cheerful man with thick glasses and a good laugh who encouraged (strongly, shall we say?) keeping a sketchbook and drawing as a habit. I loved it, of course, even when it was one more piece of homework I had to complete. To this day, I remember planning and "building" a house with team members Shirley and Karen. It was team-building before team-building became cool and an honest and, for me, mighty challenge. Measured and precise work has always been my least favorite and skillful thing to do artistically and I have great admiration for those who create perfect engineering of handmade books or jaw-dropping workmanship in any art form. 

As far as I know, none of us became architects. Not me, because of my precision deficiencies, but mostly because  it was a different time. I'll bet there were a whole lot of teachers, nurses, and secretaries, though.