In Memory of Erica Lesesne

Erica

Erica Lesesne 1945-2020

I first met Erica in August of 1985 at a school leadership conference; she immediately impressed me with her eloquence and presence. Although “from off,” Erica came to Charleston as a pilgrim, embracing the city’s Otherness rather than criticizing its eccentricity. I dare say that few scholars anywhere know as much about Charleston writers such as Beatrice Ravenel, Josephine Pinckney, and DuBose Heyward as Erica did. A few years ago, we collaborated on creating a course for adults on the literary movement known as “The Charleston Renaissance,” and although our efforts came to naught, I learned so much about Charleston’s literary legacy from working with her on the project. She was forever a teacher.

Although it’s sometimes easier for a teacher to pretend that she just doesn’t see, whenever Erica encountered bullying, student backbiting, or the twisting of truth for personal advantage, she directly confronted the offender, expressing her displeasure rationally, calmly (and with serious eye contact). On the other hand, Erica championed talented students who had acquired the reputation of being troublemakers. As I put it in the speech I delivered upon her retirement, “Erica possesses that admirable talent of being able to discern whatever diamonds may be lurking somewhere beneath the layers of mud adolescents sometimes coat themselves with. She inspired these rebels to consider the world at large as she cultivated their creativity, channeling their anger and angst into art.”  How life affirming to have a wise woman as an advocate, someone who understands your youthful dissatisfaction with a wounded world. It can be life-changing.

Drama was Erica’s favorite genre, and over the years she orchestrated a number of superb student-directed productions, plays in which actors performed without microphones, having to project their voices throughout the acoustically challenged spaces of Gwenette Auditorium.  She carefully chose each play according to the abilities of the senior class who performed them, on one occasion writing a script herself. More often, however, she selected plays of high literary merit, exposing students and adults to the joys of commedia de arte or the absurdities of Pirandello. I remember Jeannie Faircloth Green, the superb math teacher, leaning over to me during an intermission and remarking that “after five minutes, you forget it’s a student production.”

Erica play

Ultimately, however, teachers earn their pay in the classroom. As our mentor Sue Chanson has said, an excellent English teacher can teach at any level. Throughout her career, Erica taught sixth graders, and seniors, and grades in between, introducing them to Pip and Estella via Dickens, touring the Lake District with Wordsworth and Coleridge, guiding well-to-do eighteen-year-olds through the impoverished, labyrinthian streets of Dostoyevsky’s St. Petersburg. She taught impressionable souls how language functions, how it can sing  — or screech — and how to manipulate words to convey melody or cacophony according to the writer’s purpose. Being able to string sweet sounds together to embody devotion is a valuable skill, but being able to rat-a-tat Anglo-Saxon plosives that spit like machine gun fire can also come in handy. Porter-Gaud’s reputation as a school that produces superb writers owes an enormous debt to Erica Lesesne, who had a hand in creating the English Department’s curriculum. And, oh, the hours she spent carefully assessing writing, circling misplaced modifiers, bracketing fragments, praising deft phraseology and clear thinking. Each student, handled with care. Taken seriously.

Erica Lesesne lived a good life and has left a legacy that will live on, not only in the memory of her devoted family —  Dan, Emma, and Daniel, their spouses, and their children —  but also in the memories of a generation of students who were so very lucky to have her as a teacher. For the sake of our own children, let’s hope the cliché  “they don’t make ‘em like that anymore” isn’t true.

Good night, sweet Erica.

 

13 thoughts on “In Memory of Erica Lesesne

  1. I was one of those fortunate “rebels” that was shaped immensely by Mrs. Lesesne. Under her mentorship, I directed the play my senior year, the very one from the picture above. Mrs. Lesesne believed in me always, and helped me shine creatively and authentically. I was not always a strong student, but she believed in my value, and sometimes allowed me to earn extra credit by performing things, such as the prologue to “The Canterbury Tales”. I owe my life in theatre to her. Thank you, Mrs. Lesesne.
    Courtney Brown

  2. Wesley, what a wonderful tribute to Erica! I never actually knew her as an adult, only as a good, albeit crazy, friend in jr. high school (Findlay, Ohio). What I most remember is laughing A LOT with her as we planned antics & holiday stunts. Her eccentric authenticity intrigued me even as a young teen. Our friendship waned a bit in high school and sadly I lost track of her as we both went our separate adult ways. I will, however, cherish many silly memories and am not surprised to learn that she had so many wonderful and caring friends in Charleston. Thanks for sharing some of your memories with us! Karen (Seattle)

    • Karen, thanks for reading and taking the time to comment. Erica was very proud to be from Findlay and often talked fondly about her home town . Best wishes!

  3. Wesley,
    I first met Erica when she and Dan were dating. I know she would have loved this remembrance of her including beautiful details of her life for her family and friends to treasure. She died on my birthday as did Pat Conroy. The words adopted by his website are March Forth. I imagine that is the way she usually took. I can’t imagine a better tribute to a friend and fellow teacher.

  4. Wesley, as always your precise and eloquent words convey the spirit of Erica. She was my good friend and respected colleague for many years. We retired in the same year, and although we have not seen much of each other during recent years, that friendship and respect remain with me. I shall miss her.

  5. This is a really nice tribute to Mrs. Lesesne. She was my first English teacher at PG. I had just arrived from public school where I hadn’t done much writing or reading of substance. The adjustment to essays, comma splices, Sheridan and de Maupassant was a bit much for me, but Mrs. Lesesne walked that line between kind and demanding. I believe she also made me kiss a classmate during a dramatic reading of Shakespeare, and I think the flush took about three years to leave my cheeks. I hadn’t heard that she died, so this is sad news. But it is a nice tribute, Mr. Moore, and a nice way to learn this sad news.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s