Leslie D. Thornton

Mrs. Thorton, you were a great teacher. I'm so glad that you were the one who taught me. I miss your laugh, and I'm glad that I got to see you at blockbuster for one last look at your smile, before you went away.
Love, Christine

Mrs.Thornton,
I love you even though I bearly knew you you were still my friend! I miss coming in your class room after lunch! I hope to see you in my dreams I love you!

Soyez ouvert de vos rêves, les gens. Embrassez qu'éloigné étayez. Puisque notre voyage mortel est au-dessus de tous trop tôt.~
Be open to your dreams, people. Embrace that distant shore. Because our mortal journey is over all too soon.~David Assael

As a child I remember and eager mother always ready to chaperon, or help out at the class party, or Halloween booth. Someone seemed to be the "fun Mom." but soon Elementary School passed, and I soon was in a small room with...

Ah, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer's age
Bred to be a hero's wage.
'Were not all her life but storm
Would not painters paint a form
Of such noble lines,' I said,
'Such a delicate high head,
All that sternness amid charm,
All that sweetness amid strength?'
Ah, but peace that comes at length,
Came when Time had touched her form.
-Yeats "Peace"

Mrs. Thornton was a good person, and one of my favorite teachers. I am sure all of her former students from Mercy Cross would share in giving their condolences to her family. I never knew a student who didn’t like her.