This
past Monday, I received the sad news that Mary Beth Blegen passed away. Mary Beth taught for thirty years in
Worthington, Minnesota. She was the Minnesota Teacher of the year in 1995 and the National Teacher of the
year in 1996.
All
sorts of beautiful tributes have been written about Mary Beth.
Each
day this week I’ve read some amazing and stirring words about Mary Beth on her
Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/mbblegen
Watch
the ceremony at the White House when she was awarded the Teacher of Year trophy
by President Clinton here. It really got
good at minute 15: http://www.c-span.org/video/?71404-1/teacher-year-award
Read
a beautiful tribute to Mary Beth written by Beth Rickers in the Worthington
Daily Globe: http://www.dglobe.com/news/education/3934562-teacher-who-made-difference-mary-beth-blegen-remembered
Read
her obituary here: http://www.simpletraditions.com/obituary/Mary-Beth-Blegen/Lakeville-MN/1583667
I
even found a blog she started. It can be
read here: https://alifeworthsharing.wordpress.com/
I
never had the opportunity to have Mary Beth as a teacher. I knew her, though, as she was a teacher at the High School. She was always around and
always present. Growing up in a small
town it seemed that we all knew everyone—and Mary Beth was part of the
community. She was part of Worthington—so
we were connected.
I
remember going to her house when we had musicals and talking to her at her
church when I played the violin there.
She was always interested in what was going on in my life. She would ask me a question, then be silent,
and listen
One
of my memories of Mary Beth was the column she wrote for the Worthington Daily
Globe. If I remember right she started
writing it in the early 1980’s. Her
column was the first thing I would read in the paper. She always had a beautiful story to
share. At the time I remember being
amazed at what a skillful writer she was.
She had the ability to focus attention on something that was really
important.
The
last time I saw Mary Beth was when my parents and I traveled to Washington DC
in the summer of 1996. My mom was a
delegate to the N.E.A convention. During a luncheon Mary
Beth came to talk to my parents and me. When
she saw us she was interested in what was happening in our lives. She asked questions and then listened.
Later
on I re-connected with Mary Beth through Facebook. Occasionally she would ask a question about
God on her page, and she would ask me to respond. Always the teacher—looking to draw out ideas
from the people she knew.
The
world is a diminished place with Mary Beth’s passing. But it’s a better place because of her presence. Many of us carry her lessons with us. As we share these
lessons, we will give tribute to her legacy, and make our world a better place.