Ms. Gleave–-or “Mama Gleave” as we affectionately called her–-was one of my science teachers during my years at Barton Secondary School in Hamilton, Ontario (1978-1982). She loved a good joke or pun–-although only the most intelligent students really “got” her sense of humour, of course. I remember her addressing the class on the first day of grade 11 physics by saying something like, “This course is no picnic; if you’re looking for a bird course, I hear they’re offering underwater basket weaving down the hall.” She was quirky and brilliant and fun. I am so sorry that her wonderful legacy of teaching had to end in such a sad way. Rest in peace, Mama.