Dear ETNIers, Last week, my aunt (well actually my father's cousin) Sharona Gil, passed away a few days away from her 91st birthday. She had made "aliyah" from England to Netanya in 1948 and thereafter worked for many, many years in Netanya as an English teacher and later, a homeroom teacher. At the funeral, as her 3 handsome weeping grandsons finished eulogizing their beloved grandmother whom they all adored, a middle-aged couple came forward and asked for permission to say a few words. None of the family knew the couple who explained that they had read about Sharona's passing in the local newspaper only that morning. They went on to say that they had been pupils in Sharona's *first* English class in 1948 and they felt they simply had to come to pay respect to the teacher who so influenced their lives and whom they would never forget. They told of the difficulty they all had in the beginning, for Sharona to get used to unruly Israeli children and for them to accept this very British English teacher whose expectations were unheard of and whose Hebrew was laughable. They both agreed that after a bitter start the pupil-teacher relationship flowered; dislike and suspicion turned into respect and love by the end of their first year together. They spoke of how Sharona's great love of English literature, particularly Shakespeare, was passed on through her enthusiasm and theatrical flare, and how the passages she had forced the class to learn by heart were still imprinted on their memories all these years later. They said they felt proud and priviledged to have had Sharona Gil as their teacher. I just wanted to share this with you all to show you that you never really know the effect you have on the pupils you teach. I strive to be a teacher even a fraction as wonderful and inspirational as my aunt was. Judi G.