I graduated in the first graduating class of Salisbury’s James M. Bennet High School. That fall I entered Salisbury State College which had just risen from the designation of Maryland State Teachers College in 1963 from a “normal”, or two-year college for elementary school teachers. The school evolved to a fully fledged four-year institution with expanded academic programs, varsity athletic teams and the SSU Foundation.
The choice I made for my freshman English requirement made all the difference in my life. I learned only after my selection of Mary Gay Calcott’s English 101, that hers was a class to avoid. Too hard other students said. You can’t get a decent grade they complained. I was worried.
So I did what I always did when confronted with criticism of my themes or style. I defended my position. Ms. Calcott and I were not seeing eye-to-eye and my grades reflected it. After a few papers, I saw clearly the flaws in my work.
Then, she did what she always did, she spent time hours with a student, when I asked for help. She recommended examples; I read them. She gave me exercises; I practiced. She was not the student-punishing ogre I had imagined in all the chatter I heard. I had begun to learn to write.
In her advanced classes Mary Gay Calcott opened a path to a literary world I had never experienced. I would love that world throughout my life. It gave me endless pleasure in reading and appreciating the craft and imagination.
She gave me an even greater gift in demonstrating how to harness my own imagination into cogent narrative. She introduced me to storytelling. How to breathe life into characters. How to spin a tale to capture readers’ attention. She gave me confidence in my ability.
I now have two books: Driven and Objects of Desire. Both in the Rita Mars Thriller series. I’m working on my third. Driven captured an award from the Colorado Independent Publishers Association. Objects has launched to amazing reviews.
Since my days at “SSC”, I have always been grateful for meeting Mary Gay Calcott. I was fortunate to have recognized the value of what she was offering me. I carry those long-ago lessons with me every day.
Now as I remember Mary Gay, I recall the words of Gibran: The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind. Amen.
