tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24338064.post3482330282596055998..comments2024-02-11T19:28:27.997+11:00Comments on Personal Reflections: Reflections on the death of Peter BrownieJim Belshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10075614280789984767noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24338064.post-86721711469444507822013-03-01T18:37:23.910+11:002013-03-01T18:37:23.910+11:00Ramana, I had actually missed that post! It's ...Ramana, I had actually missed that post! It's a great story.<br /><br />Thank you Ian, LE and kvd. Peter has been much in my mind. I really wanted to pay a personal tribute and also force the point once again about our teachers.<br /><br />Mmmm, kvd. You are right, of course. Breakaway is the most active position on the field. As compared too we grunts in the forwards, they had the glamour. Because I was reasonably fast, i did play wing a few times. But I found that position dead boring. The scrum breaks, and you head out to break the opposing back line. Fun. Jim Belshawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10075614280789984767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24338064.post-67709154854222414772013-03-01T15:21:38.344+11:002013-03-01T15:21:38.344+11:00This is a wonderful tribute Jim, and thank you for...This is a wonderful tribute Jim, and thank you for sharing it with your readers.<br /><br />Like all of the above I also had some inspirational teachers in my life; long gone now, but remembered with fondness and greatly honoured by myself and my group of friends even as we played out the usual 'learning is boring' game that every kid pretends to their peers.<br /><br />I sometimes wonder what my life might have been without those teachers who somehow managed to instil a love of learning, and I feel sad for any who may have gone through life without meeting one for themselves.<br /><br />As a small aside - why am I unsurprised that your preferred position was breakaway?<br /><br />kvdAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24338064.post-87662281557775302942013-03-01T08:01:43.565+11:002013-03-01T08:01:43.565+11:00Agree - lovely post. And I can still think of all ...Agree - lovely post. And I can still think of all the teachers who were inspirational to me when I was a kid and a teenager. A good teacher is a good thing.Legal Eaglehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01096038577529334966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24338064.post-86262968810641636892013-03-01T07:45:30.502+11:002013-03-01T07:45:30.502+11:00A great post Jim!A great post Jim!Ian Harrisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24338064.post-88198908275096774692013-03-01T02:28:00.851+11:002013-03-01T02:28:00.851+11:00It is a nice tribute Jim.
Great teachers affect s...It is a nice tribute Jim.<br /><br />Great teachers affect students in ways that are indescribable. I too had written about a great teacher (http://rummuser.com/?p=7285) and recently when I had gone to Chennai for a family reunion I met another great teacher couple who too had been receiving many accolades from their strudents. I wish that modern teachers could generate that kind of veneration. I am told that they do not. At least not in India.Rummuserhttp://www.rummuser.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24338064.post-83958280252729422372013-02-28T22:58:39.591+11:002013-02-28T22:58:39.591+11:00A brief follow up comment. I should do a post on h...A brief follow up comment. I should do a post on her at some point. My commenters give me lots of lovely story leads! Jim Belshawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10075614280789984767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24338064.post-21748978128233993612013-02-28T22:51:28.615+11:002013-02-28T22:51:28.615+11:00That's fascinating, Debbie. I hadn't heard...That's fascinating, Debbie. I hadn't heard of her. I read the Wikipedia link; she was an interesting writer and obviously a very good teacher. Jim Belshawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10075614280789984767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24338064.post-29251759786900299762013-02-28T22:25:51.527+11:002013-02-28T22:25:51.527+11:00At North Sydney Girls High I had as an English and...At North Sydney Girls High I had as an English and French teacher, Mrs Levick. Not that many years ago, I discovered she was author Amy Witting, who wrote too little because of the pressure to earn a living. From Wikipedia " Amy Witting (26 January 1918 — 18 September 2001) was the pen name of an Australian novelist and poet born Joan Austral Fraser[1] She was widely acknowledged as one of Australia's "finest fiction writers, whose work was full of the atmosphere and colour or times past".[2] Mrs Levick had an Ozzie French accent, a strange little hand puppet called Jules and was a fabulous and memorable teacher.debbiejkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04330285704641792767noreply@blogger.com