I recently read a tagline on my news feed intended to entice readers to open and read more. It said, “Is there anything more beautiful at Christmas than a white reindeer?” I didn’t click on the link because I disagreed (which is not to say a white reindeer, which is incredibly rare, is not a beautiful sight).
My son traveled to London recently. He had not been back since he accompanied me as a 4-year-old when I taught in a Brigham Young University Study Abroad program. I recommended that he visit St. Martin-in-the-Fields, one of my favorite London destinations.
In 1943, a World War II American transport ship, the SS Dorchester, was struck midship by a torpedo fired from a German submarine. Over 900 people — many young soldiers far from home for the first time in their lives — were on board. In the dead of night chaos ensued as the ship quickly began to sink and individuals rushed to find life jackets and lifeboats. Over 600 died that night while some 230 were rescued.
I would like to opine today on “the practice formerly known as home teaching, or visiting teaching.” Why not, everyone else has, and my thoughts, for what they are worth, can be as carefully disregarded as everyone else’s.