Not everyone had Mrs. Cerny for three years. Some didn't have her at all. There were other English teachers at our school.

Mrs. Cerny was somewhat harsh and very demanding. She was relentless on comma faults and other grammar and punctuational errors. Yet, in some way, it was obvious she loved her kids. I credit her for instilling in me the love of reading and the inclination to write.

Mrs. Cerny is gone now. She would have been proud to know that some of her former students like Anne Malone Hopper, Gerald Inmon, and myself have actually written and published books.

She used to bring a stack of paperbacks and put the on the corner of her desk for anyone interested to read. When we brought a book back, we could take another one. One of her books I read was called The Great Impersonation. Through the years I remembered the title, but not the author, and remembered being impressed with the plot, but little else.

This week, the memory of the book popped into my mind again and I Googled it. I'm now reading it. I found a free PDF copy in an online library. Since I remembered little of the plot, I'm again finding it fascinating reading. The Great Impersonation by E. Phillips Oppenheim.