My fearless highschool French teacher Lillian Parker passed away on the 13th. She was only 56. I have so many good memories of her. Madame Parker used to encourage me to become a ‘Philosopher King’ and she always went out of her way to make me feel smart and important. She treated her students as equals and blessed us with her respect and humor. She was a master at bridge, smoked Winstons, and had a great laugh. Madame Parker was one of my favorite teachers and will be sorely missed.
Chanson d’automne
- by Paul Verlaine
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l’automne
Blessent mon coeur
D’une langueur
Monotone.
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l’heure,
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure;
Et je m’en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m’emporte
De çà, de là
Pareil à la
Feuille morte…