by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
Aunt Bertha was the most amazing Sunday School teacher I ever knew. The woman had the patience of Job and a constitution of pure granite. It was her job to take 3rd-grade heathens and in the span of three short years turn ‘em into tolerably presentable sixth-graders, headed smilingly toward the Jr. High class. Her task was Herculean and her results were