Woody "Pat" Dewberry, Knoxville, Tennessee
After reading this beautiful tribute
to my favorite school teacher, what a
pleasure to comment on my first and
second grade school teacher, Mrs. Opal
Dellinger, a wonderful woman who not
only taught me how to read and write,
but also right from wrong. God loves
her -- and I do, too!
It was 1951. It was my first year in school. My new teacher was Mrs. Opal Dellinger and fate couldn't have been better to me. She was a warm, caring, and understanding teacher who was well liked by her students and admired by their parents. I didn't know it at the time, but "Miss Opal" would also be my teacher the next school year after I was promoted to the second grade.
In Miss Opal's class it was the only time in my school career that I was a teacher's pet. Everyone knows someone who was a teacher's pet, so my claim to being one too is not unusual. What was unusual was that everyone in her class was treated like a teacher's pet. She loved and cared for every one of us. As teacher's pets she kept us on a leash, so to speak, using a stern look of disapproval if we misbehaved or didn't pay attention while doing our school work. Either way, she was effective in teaching and helping us to enjoy learning from books, learning about ourselves, and communicating with our new classmates.
I'm not sure how well read, knowledgeable, and smart my new classmates were at that tender age, but I wouldn't be surprised if my new teacher had thought of me as a "charter heathen" in that class of '51. I couldn't read anything but pictures. Before the year was over though, I learned to read about the adventures of Alice and Jerry and a dog named Spot.
One of the earliest instructions that I remember learning from her was to share with my classmates. She taught us to share our paper, crayons, and pencils. "Learning to share was important," she said. Also, she instructed us to raise our hands if we had questions and NOT to put our mouths on the water fountain.
Being a teacher's pet had some perks to it. Sometimes, she allowed us to go outside to clean the chalk board erasers. Other times, she allowed one of us to "lead" our classmates to the cafeteria, which also meant we were served first when we got there. Whether we stood waiting in the lunch line or eating lunch at our table, Miss Opal kept a sharp eye on her young students to ensure there was no pushing, shoving, or unnecessary loud talking. Usually, she only had to tell someone once to stop misbehaving -- unless she was speaking to me. I'm sure I must have been her discipline project for the school year.
One thing's for sure, Miss Opal never had any trouble holding our attention in the classroom. So, for all the members of the class of '51, thank you, "Miss Opal!"
A Final Tribute to Miss Opal Dellinger
Woody
Patton (Pat) Dewberry
"Just Enjoying the Day"
(Author’s Note) At different times
people come into our life, and one of
the most important people in my life was
Ms. Opal Richee Dellinger, my first and
second grade schoolteacher during the
school years 1951 – ’52 and 1952 – ’53.
Under her guidance, and patience too I
might add, she taught me to read and
write. I enjoyed our reading period and
when I stammered and stumbled over some
of the words, she was always gentle in
correcting me. As for writing, she was
just as patient in helping me to form
the letters in the alphabet on lined
notebook paper teaching me how to
capitalize the letters and also printing
the letters in lowercase, too. She knew
only too well the importance of reading
and writing as building blocks for
getting a good education. She also
taught us the core values for success;
honesty, determination, hard work,
confidence and perseverance. Me, and all
of my classmates from those long-ago
years owe her a debt of gratitude.
“Miss Opal”, as we youngsters called
her, must have felt a special calling in
her young life to become a
schoolteacher. It couldn’t have been a
hasty decision that just happened
out-of-the-blue one day but, instead, it
must have been a decision that was made
from the depths of her emotions and
feelings felt in her heart by what some
might call fate. It was meant to be…she
was meant to be…a teacher and fate
couldn’t have been kinder to her many
students during her career.
She had a thirty-four-year teaching
career and hundreds of students came
into her classroom over those years.
I’ve heard many of them in the years
since tell me how much they admired her,
and they too claim her as a favorite
teacher.
As a woman in a small, rural community
Miss Opal had a lot of positives in her
long life as a wife to her husband, Ray,
her daughter, Karen, church, community,
career and her commitment to her
students. Having a positive attitude was
part of her nature and character
contributing to her having a positive
influence on the many lives of the
children fortunate enough to be in her
classroom. Her positive attitude and
friendly personality made a strong
impression on her student’s parents,
too.
Never was her positive attitude more
evident than after she became disabled a
short time after her 91st
birthday. At this time, she was
bed-ridden and on this particular day I
was speaking with her daughter when I
asked about her mother. She told me that
she had spoken with her only a few
minutes before. She had asked, “What are
you doing, mother?” Miss Opal’s reply
couldn’t have been more positive when
she said, “I’m lying in bed looking out
of my bedroom window at the sunshine, my
plants and flowers and just enjoying
the day.
Her words, “just enjoying the day,” were
touching as I thought of the earlier
years that she must have spent in her
yard enjoying the warmth of sunshine,
walking on soft grass underfoot, cool
gentle breezes brushing across her face
and listening to song birds singing. I
remembered and thought of the years past
when Miss Opal was a young, vibrant,
productive teacher and citizen in our
small town. She and Ray, young as they
were back-in-the-day, were valued as
friends and community servants.
Miss Opal passed away April 27th,
2016 at the age of ninety-nine. She was
laid to rest next to Ray who died in
1980. They were together again. Her
legacy lives on in her daughter and
son-in-law, and as Miss Opal believed,
the best grandson anyone could have ever
hoped for, Andrew. As a former
schoolteacher, Miss Opal could only hope
her only grandchild would enjoy school,
be a good student and get a good
education. Andrew didn’t disappoint. His
commitment to a formal college education
and his personal accomplishments in his
young life made her very proud of him
before she passed away.
Woody Patton (Pat) Dewberry


















