Dear Ms. O'Sullivan family,
I have been trying to find out where she had gone, for awhile. No one I knew seem to know. It seems she was being cared for and looked after by family.
I loved to talk to her when I came back to town and got a kick out of her spirit and spunck. She was a fixture here and almost everyone who had had her or their children loved her. I was in another first grade, so I didn't get to know her until later. She did have my sister as a first grader.
We regret her loss and so sorry to hear she had passed away.
From Duncan, SC

Miss O'Sullivan was my first-grade teacher during the 1965-66 school year at Duncan Elementary School. Thought nearly forty-five years have passed, I can still vividly recall the arrangement of her classroom and her methods of teaching. Over the chalkboard she displayed charming silhouettes of nursery rhyme characters, such as Jack jumping over the candlestick, etc. In the center of the large room was a tall table, which was really like a sandbox on legs. Positioned in the sand was a colonial style house surrounded by plastic farm animals mixed in with dinosaurs. The table was strictly off limits to us students, and most could barely reach its surface anyway. Miss O'Sullivan was a strict teacher, but very caring. She was the first person to teach me the meaning of responsibility. Each week she sent home sight words, printed on stiff white cardstock in purple ink, bound by a rubber band. Our parents were asked to use these flashcards to help us learn words by sight. My mother often said that I was more concerned with dutifully returning each set to school, including that rubber band, than I was about learning the words. Miss O'Sullivan had drilled it into my head to be careful and return the complete set with its rubber band. Believe it or not, I still have some of those cards in my possession---I don't know if I fell down on the job or if she permitted me to keep some. I also have the first three "Dick and Jane" readers I used that year. Miss O'Sullivan sold them to us for bargain prices, such as 17 cents, etc. She posted a large chart on one wall with each child's name. For every day that you cleaned your plate at lunch, she would place a gold star beside your name. I was a very picky eater; my name remained unadorned the entire year. I only got into trouble once that I recall, and that was for whispering too much. I remember very clearly the regimen for emptying our lunch trays. In those days, there was no trash compactors or food disposals. We simply dumped our unwanted food into a big barrel which was then given over to a pig farmer who came each afternoon. His hogs grew fat off our leftovers. If you had any meat, especially salmon croquettes left over, Miss O'Sullivan would stop you in line and deposit it into empty milk cartons, which she took home to her cats. She wore bright red lipstick, and I can see her putting it on after lunch each day. Like the other teachers, she always wore a dress or skirt in those days. Once my father brought his 8mm movie camera to school and photographed the entire class eating lunch. I still have that film, in which Miss O'Sullivan is shown with her arm around my shoulder. Years later I decided to become a teacher, and I can't help but believe that it was because of fine teachers like Miss O'Sullivan. The entire faculty of that school was and remains precious to me. How devoted my first two teachers were especially! Miss O'Sullivan and Miss Sarah Boiter never married. We were their children. Miss Boiter passed away in 2000, and now Miss O'Sullivan is gone. And so is a great part of my youth. God Bless Miss Elizabeth O'Sullivan. If any of her family reads this, I do wish you'd contact me at frex59@bellsouth.net. I'd like to know more about her later years. I often passed her mother's home on Highway 29 and wondered if she were still living. The uncanny thing is that I was telling one of my history classes just this past Tuesday about Miss O'Sullivan and my first-grade memories. And the next morning, she passed away. That's more than coincidence, I'd say. My thoughts are with her sister and nephews and nieces now. May God bless you.

Dear Joan and Family,

So sorry read to about Elizabeth she was alittle older than us Joan, however we really became friends later in life she was a very dear and sweet cousin and I have missed her moving and the phone calls over the years. Regret not being able to talk with her since she moved. I have been thinking about her all day my condolences to you Joan and your family. Marjorie

Elizabeth and I were in the same Sunday Class at Wellford Baptist Church. I am so sorry to learn of her passing. She and your mother were lovely people. I have a doll in my daughter's old room that Mrs. Smith made with my mother-in-law. Elizabeth told me that Mrs. Smith did most of the work.You all are in my prayers .Class of 1947 S.H.S>