A veteran faculty member once reported seeing that on a sign hanging in a college dining hall. I’ve written about Alan Grob before, including this, one of my favorite posts. He was a legendary and devoted teacher and an enthusiastic storyteller but he left few papers behind when he died in 2007.
So my heart leapt when I walked back into the Woodson after my long vacation and saw this on the shelf in front of me:
Four boxes! And all crammed full:
They’re notes, mostly, for the classes he taught–Shakespeare, Milton, Arnold, Hardy, Keats, Byron, Wordsworth and on and on. I heard his voice again and wept.
There was only one picture, undated:
How lucky we are. And how grateful I am to his daughter Julie for bringing these boxes to the Woodson.
Bonus: Surely it will be different this time.
Extra Bonus: I can’t even bring myself to comment on this.