Dear Mrs. Young used to chase me away from her classroom door as I hung around for one more look at that beautiful senior I had just started dating. That was in 1956 at North Buncombe High School, and the class was Irma's chorus. Dear Mrs. Young was really young, and we kidded about it (but never where she might hear!) Her beautiful smile, her charm, and her talents made this young teacher one of the most popular and effective in our young school. Now Irma and I have recently celebrated 55 years of marriage, and we still talk about those good years at NB high. Thank you, dear Mrs. Young, for being such a vital part of those good times. God bless her family, for God blessed us many years ago with her presence at North Buncombe.