MARTHA MARAKOVITS SAWARYNSKI
As far back as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to become a teacher. I was an only child and longed for a sibling, but my father died at a young age. Luckily, I had two female cousins who lived next door, and many of my relatives lived on the same block in
My early elementary years were not too enjoyable, as my early primary teachers were extremely strict and unyielding. Finally, in fifth grade, Mrs. Connie Jones became my teacher. She smiled, made learning enjoyable, and actually explained the lessons in an understandable manner! This was probably my turning point in my career choice.
After graduating high school in June, 1964, I eagerly awaited beginning college that September. I worked at a local manufacturing company in the summer to help with tuition, etc. It was difficult for my mother financially, and I depended on my late father’s social security benefits in order to attend
In 1968 after graduating from E.S.U., I began graduate work there also. I got my first teaching position as a second grade teacher in the
After having a hip replaced in 2000 and a knee replaced three years later, I knew it was time to leave this job I so loved. Computers were now in all of the classrooms and emailing parents was commonplace. I had a few autistic students, students of same-sex marriages, and many more students from single family homes – quite a difference from my first teaching years! I retired in June, 2007.
I’ve seen my four children all graduate from college, marry, and have children of their own. I have eleven grandchildren, nine boys and two girls, none of whom as yet show an interest in becoming teachers. Our eldest grandson will receive his Master’s Degree from
Since retiring, I’ve had another knee replaced and a broken wrist repaired. Osteoarthritis has taken its toll. Robert is now a deacon in our church and we’re active in the church community. I love to do crossword puzzles, read, sew, baby sit, bake, cook, and attend my grandchildren’s sports and musical activities, and the days in retirement really fly by!
Robert and I moved into a retirement home in April, 2015, and enjoy our family get-togethers. Unfortunately, Maria and her husband and four sons reside in
