MARY LATSHAW
Social Science
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I remember:
 
Miss Latshaw teaching American History in first person and dressing the role she was playing.
 Sharon and Shirley Ducate
The teacher that influenced me the most at Southeast was Miss Latshaw (History). I majored in History in college.
Leann Riggs Stout
 
Miss Latshaw never finished a story she was telling us before the bell rang
Ramah Edwards Rembold
 
 
 
 
 
 
   In 2nd hour American History class Miss Latshaw was discussing the President's salary.
   "And the President's widow gets $5,000 a year," said Miss Latshaw.

   Allen Johnson was quick to ask, "If he dies?"

 
 
 
 
I remember:
 
Miss Latshaw: Finally a teacher that could make history enjoyable! Until I had her class, I found history to be so boring and boy did she make it come alive. Of course she was alive and that helped. 
  Betty Wilson Dod
 
I also remember Miss Latshaw's lament that she felt she was "dimming diamonds and polishing pebbles.”  I always worried that I might be one of those pebbles. What would she say about the teaching standards of today?
Shannon Jones
 
 
 
 
 
I Remember Miss Latshaw
Carolyn Stewart Ready
 
The teacher that stands out the most in my mind is Miss Latshaw. It was never boring in her class, but you really had to pay attention, and her assignments were so difficult, sometimes that it was hard to get my other homework done.
 
She made history interesting. She would personalize her talk. She would say something like: "Queen Elizabeth wanted something so bad, she could taste it."
 
It was there in the World History class that I first heard of Buddhism and enlightenment. I am very much into Buddhism now.
 
My house mother at Missouri University and I became pretty good friends. One day she remarked that she was Judge Latshaw’s daughter. "Why, you are Miss Latshaw’s sister", I said.
 
I should have known the voice, and the laugh was just like her sister. Later, when Miss Latshaw came to see her, my house mother sent for me.
 
Miss Latshaw had just recently married. She looked great, really transformed. She was dressed beautifully, very feminine looking, different from what I remembered her. I thought, "she got it all, education, knowledge, and later on a happy marriage".
 
She asked me, "are you making good grades?" "Pretty good," I answered. She told me she gave low grades if her students didn’t work. Well, she usually gave me B’s or B+’s, so I felt pretty good about that. I didn’t know she gave low grades. I should have guessed
 
She had guts!
 
 
 
 
I remember a pitiful case of puppy-love:
 
Miss Latshaw is high on my list of favorite teachers. I especially remember Miss Latshaw sitting on that tall stool at the front of the class with those magnificent legs of hers crossed, while she fingered a long strand of beads -- all the time imparting our daily dose of history. I was convinced she was talking to me and only me. It didn't matter what she was saying I was taking in all in, dwelling on her every word and committing it to memory. Yes! I was in love with an older women! The first and the only I can think of -- but she had my complete and undivided attention. And what she said I took to heart as gospel.
 
Do you suppose she was using those beads to hypnotize us? I don’t know. But whatever it was it worked! Somehow she transformed my teenage case of puppy love into an enduring love of history that is as strong in me today as it was then when I sat in her classroom staring into her eyes.
Shannon Jones
 
 
 
 
 
Miss Latshaw - A Real Educator
Don Teeters
 
Mary Latshaw was, I think the greatest real educator in the whole of my student life.
 
What a glamorous and intelligent—and sophisticated—lady she was. Daughter of a federal district judge, she brought the world of ancient and American history to vivid life in ways that, try as I may, I can't begin to replicate in my own teaching. Her comprehensive notes, written on the rear blackboard before each class, made it possible for this remarkably theatrical, but intellectually honest teacher to lecture to us uncivilized Cretins in a way that treated us as something approaching cultural equals. She just forced us, through sheer magnetic will, to listen, mark, and digest a vast amount of information that, in my case at least, provided a vein of curiosity that has enabled me to locate all kinds of unfolding current events --- good, bad, and indescribable --- in some kind of coherent context of historical precedent.
 
God bless Mary Latshaw! May she live forever in the unworthy hearts and minds of her former students.
 
 
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