Go Ask Alice,

I think she’ll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen’s off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head

From the beginning, she would read to me what I was interested in. I learned to read by listening to her and looking at words and the pictures.  Not fairy tales, not silly stories, but from the natural world: she read from Time Life: The World We Live In.

She encouraged my passion of Science, to be the best I could be. She loved learning, I did too.

Teach Your Children well

She was an elementary school teacher for forty years. Everybody loved her, her fellow teachers, her students, their parents, her children and her grandchildren.  She was my father’s best Advocate.  And she was my Advocate too, for I was her son: the scientist.

She was the most positive person I knew. The energized bunny personified.

To Her Children’s Children Children Children

I quickly surpassed her in understanding the natural world, although she was always better with the people world.  She was my first Teacher: she was my mother: all four feet, eight inches.

She had made it to 98 years old.

Walking through that door
Outside we came nowhere at all
Perhaps the answers here
Not there anymore

House of four doors
You’ll be lost now forever
House of four doors
Rest of life’s life forever

Enter in all ye who seek to find within
As the plaque said on the last door

Long ago it must be,
I have photographs 

Preserve your memories
They’re all that’s left you.

David West Keirsey, Alice Marie Keirsey, David Mark Keirsey

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