I found this blog post in Becky’s drafts and wanted to publish it for all to read.
Dear Reader:
This Thanksgiving …presents special circumstances … the kind that catches one off guard and forces the deepest of self-evaluations.
This Thanksgiving elevates Hope, Faith, and God’s eternal love. I know God is with me and as long as I keep giving God all my sacred gratitude and love in return… no matter how history records the stats at the end of my life…or whenever … that arrives… I will never be alone!
Look at this beautiful ( my favorite color yellow) prayer shawl Anne made and gave me. ) !So special!
Within the next three or four days I will begin moving in with the help of my family new decorations and furnishings 😌
So Father lead me to my final earthy home until I join my Heavenly Home!
I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents
were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my
grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old
Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended
Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters
Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am
presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also
taught at the College of Charleston.
For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy
matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of
stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message
through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret
of success in teaching social studies is always in the story.
I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest
teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re
ripe you rot.”
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John Turner
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Becky Dingle
This gave me chills, like reading Becky’s mind. Such a strong amazing woman. I miss her even more.