My fondest memory of Marta as a teacher. Marta with her beloved kindergarten kids.
Marta would line them up and march them like soldiers. So tiny. Impossible to sit in their desks. Labor of love,

My fondest memory of Marta as a teacher. Marta with her beloved kindergarten kids.
Marta would line them up and march them like soldiers. So tiny. Impossible to sit in their desks. Labor of love,