Mr. Hudson was certainly a teacher that you could never forget. I'll always remember him:
-Getting excited while talking about Louis XIV, the Hapsburgs, and the Kings of England
- Wearing a purple sweater
-Somehow managing a speech and debate speech class which contained 9th-12th graders working on a myriad of projects
-Putting up with students who could be very full of themselves, and not always in a good way, at times
-Having a classroom with a door that connected to the office
-Being brave, or maybe clueless, enough to take male and female high school students on overnight trips
-Loudly announcing that we were "going down the mountain" on the way home from the Appalachian debate tournament
- Making a bus full of high school students be absolutely quiet while ascending and descending the mountains on said trips; perhaps this is the root of my fear of mountain driving
-Somehow not losing students at speech and debate tournaments when we were all in different buildings on college campuses
-Getting lost and going through the same intersection four times while trying to find our way to Independence High School in Charlotte
-Administering the only exam I had to take in high school when I got mono and missed too many days in my first period class
-Giving me the confidence to speak in front of a group of people; how I wish that skill could have translated into making small talk at social functions
-Being married to the typing teacher who had to teach on actual typewriters and use correction tape
-Always being supportive whether you won or lost your debate
-Always giving me a hug and speaking to my children when we ran into him around town in the years before he became ill
- Being a good sport about the roastings at the year-end speech and debate banquets at Quincy's
- The sweet-sounding way he said my name
Here's to you, Mr. Hudson! Thank you for everything you did!
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