Whenever I think about something I might want to blog about, I send out requests via email asking for people to respond. Depending on the subject material (and the mood people are in) I either get a few or a mailbox full. Invariably, I get responses after I've already posted online. This is a reminder to me that not everyone gets on the computer as often as I do.

I have a certain path I walk every morning when I throw off the covers to greet the day. I turn on the TV to see if anything interesting happened while I slept, I open all the blinds in the house, check the outside temperature, turn on the heat (which I don't usually have to do this late in spring), go into my favorite room of the house to boot up the computer, check the weather, start the coffee pot, wash up, and then back to the computer to see if there's any mail sitting there.

I don't get as much mail as I used to but then I don't write as many emails either. My personal blog allows me to share with everyone at once what I'm doing, where I'm going, and what my opinions are on a variety of subjects. And of course, there's always Facebook. I resisted that website for a while but alas, I'm addicted to it now as much as I am to reading obits, drinking coffee, and eating chocolate.

On this blog last week, my daughter, Mary, commented on learning that "a lot" was two words. I've always known that "a lot" is two words so I thought her memory was lame and she was just throwing something out there to get me off her back. Much to my surprise, I got this email from Phaedra Baldwin:

"Oh my goodness - I just read Mary's comment. We spent WEEKS with "a lot" as a spelling word. Until the class got 100% on spelling it correctly (two words instead of one) we continued to have it on our spelling list. I swear we had it for 8-10 weeks before everyone figured it out. LOL"

Lee Egnew (class of 1967) wrote: Max Bee said you could always find a job if you knew how to type.

And Rick Judy from my class remembered: Every year Mr. Baugh would teach us how to make a Venetian blind...you poke him in the eye.

Lauretta Thorne Scrafford wrote:

It is always fun to have you pick our brains because everyone has a different take. My cousin Gail Blanchard, class of '51, always spoke of Mr. Raymond and his Spanish class. Gail's parents were Lawrence and Alice, who came to Port Townsend in 1946 and built the Lagoon Motel (Kai Tai) for military families and the low volume of tourists.

Upon entering our freshman year, Mr. Raymond, with the very dry humor, taught Freshman Orientation the first semester and WA history in the second. I always liked him. What sticks in my mind from the Orientation class was that he stated "Everyone has a personality". One of his favorite remarks in his Spanish class was "Santos Gatos!" One day I had the nerve to paint my nails in his class to which he responded, "What's that smell?" Mr. and Mrs. Raymond attended my first marriage in 1958, at the Presbyterian Church.

The other extremely proficient "professor" was Miss Dorothy Meyers, a WWII army captain who we were privileged to have as the first World Literature class teacher for those college-bound in 1954. When she lectured on Don Quixote and Shakespeare, you could have heard a pin drop.