This poem is dedicated to the
memory of Nan Wuller who spent her life
teaching other people how to live. Nan was so special she got two poems. You
can see her other poem here.
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A friend of mine recommended this
site, as she had you write a poem for
her daughter Sally. It was so
beautiful that I would like to have one
written for a dear friend of mine. We worked together as teachers and I
think it would make a wonderful Christmas present to the faculty to have
a poem on display along with all the other things we have of her. Her
family would also appreciate it. It will be the first Christmas for her
family and friends without her and I thought that a poem about her life would
be special. Here is some information on her.
Her name was Nam Wuller. She had four children two
boys and two girls. She was a wife and grandmother. She never
missed a grandchild's birthday celebration or game no matter what the weather.
She lived her life with a zest and zeal that energized each one of us.
We all felt it, her family, her friends, her students, and her co-workers.
Nan was a devoted Catholic, mother, grandmother, and wife.
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teacher,and co-workers. She loved to play bridge, have garage sales, go
to parties, master gardener, shopper.
Oh Halloween she always dressed
up like a
pumpkin and walked around for all the children to see.
Even the preschool children
looked forward to Nan coming and they did not know how special she was as they
had not had the opportunity to have her for a teacher, but she made them
feel special whenever she saw them.
Nan cherished each day and didn't want to waste a minute.
She was always on the move, always coming up with a new idea, always ready for
an adventure. She cherished every person in her life, and didn't want to
slight or neglect one person. Nan was always here for other people.
I was never "just another day" for Nan, at work
or at home. She believed that something important, something special,
ought to happen in her classroom every day and she would turn an ordinary
reading assignment into a major event that even the sixth grade boys looked
forward to Her delight became theirs. She was quick with praise and
compliments. Little things never went unnoticed. She made each
child feel like the most important person in the world.
Nan Wuller taught at Queen of the Holy Rosary School for 35
years. The funny thing is, she never applied to teach there. She
was new to the area and a young mother and came to enrol two of her children
just a couple of days before school was to start. While she was waiting
she met the principal and told her she was a teacher, but was not going to
teach until she had her two other children in school. Sister Dominica quickly
responded "Oh, that's wonderful, God has sent you to me because we still
need another teacher.
Being as determined as Nan, Sister Dominica would not take
no for an
answer and Nan stayed. When Nan retired she indulged in her hearts
desire: a white convertible with a personalized license plate: QHR35
She invited more that 1,000 children into her classroom
home and from the first day on they were a part of her family. Her
students didn't fear Nan they respected her and more importantly they loved
her. Even if you were rotten in the morning and lost in the afternoon
Nan loved you and you knew it. She went to their soccer games, volley
ball games, basket ball games, and baseball games. For her school did
not end at 3:15 on Friday if her students were involved in a sport she was
going to be there.
After her death the faculty met to pray and share memories
of Nan. One teacher put it very well, "I think Nan taught us how to
live and she
taught us how to die." All through her illness, Nan was gracious,
dignified, and honest. Her life didn't fall apart because she was sick.
She just altered her daily routine to include more things that she needed to
do. She showed unbelievable strength and faith. No complaining.
If something happened to another teacher she would show true concern for them
and offer to help them.
She never felt like we should do for her, she always wanted
to do for
others, right up until the end. The fears that Nan expressed near the
end of her life were fears for her family and for her school. She was
always concerned about others. I think that was the secret to Nan's
happiness. What do we do to honor Nan's memory? We will be kind, be
cheerful, be supportive, love life, laugh, read, but our hearts into
everything we do and pray often.
Nan was truly a blessing to all who knew her and may she
rest now in the arms of the Lord, in the joy and peace of eternal life.
Hopefully you can do something with this. I have
tried to encompass her life, and have gone from one thing to another, but
after reading the
poems you have written I am sure this will be beautiful. If you need any
more information, I will be glad to supply it.
Thankfully yours,
Judy Hanson
Prairie Village, Kansas 66208
Nan
Her name was Nan Wuller,
just another wife and grandmother ?
No, she was special in every way,
there'll never be another.
She energised each one of us,
she lived her life with such zest and
zeal,
it was an energy you could tap into,
a love of life that you could feel.
She was a superb teacher,
and not just to the children in her class,
she taught everyone lessons in life,
that you know will last and last.
Nan cherished each and every day,
and every person in her life,
she was a devoted grandmother,
and a loving and caring wife.
She was always there for other people,
it was never "just another day",
she made the most out of everything,
whether it was work, rest or play.
She believed that something special,
should happen just about all the time,
and she made routine classes an event,
she was the words that made up the rhyme.
She taught at our school for so many
years,
where she kept the dream alive,
and retired with her white convertible,
with the license plate: QHR 35 !
Nan was a blessing to all who knew her,
now she's resting in the arms of the Lord,
but I don't think she'll be still for
long,
I don't think she'll become bored.
Because Nan taught us how to live,
she even taught us how to die,
and I know one thing for certain,
now she's teaching angels how to fly.
Copyright Allen Jesson :) 2000
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