Mrs. Robbins, an elementary teacher in Colorado in the late 1950's who taught me all the old folk songs (Erie Canal etc.) and helped me cultivate the joy of singing music. I looked forward to her class especially during the long, gloomy, dark, snowy winter days. When St. Patrick's Day came I knew winter was mostly over and the waltzing in the gym, under the tutelage of Mrs. Robbins, would begin. The 4th grade girls on one side, boys on the other, with the girls selecting their partners. My first waltz with the lass of my dreams was 'Smoke Gets In Your Eyes' I wonder where that girl is now...

Mrs. Robbins, where ever you are, you were my favorite and I never took the time to say so.

Cruiser