A Special Quote from Dr. Jane B. Schulz

Quotes and Notes, #179, May 3, 2015

I asked my mother for this quote on her birthday. She said,

“Keep Smiling.”—Dr. Jane B. Schulz—

I’m late with my offering today because I had to drive way up almost to Virginia to get it in person. I took several nice plants to Mom for her birthday. She didn’t want the plants for herself, she wanted some that she could give away to some of the people who are so nice to her. That’s my kind of thinking, too.

I’m not going to tell you how old she is, but I’m almost 72 and she was 21 when I was born.

So, mind mommie, Keep Smiling

And share a smile

Everything is going to be all right.

John P. Schulz, author of  “Sweetie Drives on Chemo Days.”

Dr. Jane Schulz gives us special instructions on her birthday.

Dr. Jane Schulz gives us special instructions on her birthday.

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My Mother Taught Me to Write

My Mother Taught Me to Write

 

 Jane B. Schulz, author
My mother, Jane B. Schulz*

 I still have the report card

The comment on it says, “Johnnie spends too much time day dreaming. He is wasting time that will never be found again.”

I grin when I look back at it. The first part is almost true, I have always been a dreamer, and it’s true that I have spent a great amount of time day dreaming during the course of my life, but I question the “too much time” and the “wasting time” part of it.

I was never much of a student. Today, I probably would have been diagnosed with ADD and put on medications, I don’t know, but I’m glad the educators didn’t have that option while I was coming up. Math was pretty much beyond me and my father couldn’t understand why I was unable to put mathematical concepts together. I’ve always wondered that, too, but now it doesn’t seem to matter as much.

I could spend an hour watching a beetle crawl up a tree, though, and later I could describe every detail if its journey. I could tell you about the color and texture of the bark on the tree and I could describe each move of the beetle.

My mother read to me when I was young. I came to love stories. I learned to read for myself and found a world full of stories that people had written just for me and I became absorbed with two obsessions—reading and day dreaming. My grades in school fluctuated from poor to good and back again. I was told that I wasn’t applying myself.

One time a teacher told everyone in the class to write a story and I realized that I could make something up, tell about it, and it would count as work. I realized that I could use what others called my daydreams to observe people, places, things, and behavior patterns to write a story. All of a sudden my language arts grades in better. My self image improved.

Mom was a secretary and there was always an old Underwood typewriter sitting on a small table in the room that had been added behind the kitchen. I can still remember the first time she typed one of my pieces. She stopped to point out and explain corrections that I needed to make. When she was through typing I was proud of the way it looked. I remember that first time when I saw my work “in print.”

She kept on typing my papers and teaching me. She never criticized, but always showed me a better way to write something by saying something like, “Don’t you think it would sound better if….” She never told me that I needed periods or commas, she showed me why I needed them.

I am now sixty Six years old and I still have an indelible mental picture of my mother sitting at that typewriter and pointing out my mistakes in a loving, teaching, and compassionate manner. I remember the time she stopped typing short of the end of the story and said, “You don’t need to go further. The number one sign of a good writer is knowing when to stop.”

So, I will stop the story there.

 

*Photo of Jane Schulz from Grown Man Now Video Interview Series, © 2008 in2Wit, llc

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