Stella Rhonda Patrick Selman
Rhonda, as she was lovingly called by her family and friends, was born November 9, 1909 in Porter Springs, Houston County, Texas. She was the daughter of Walter Milligan and Stella Head Patrick. She died October 30, 1965. She attended school in Porter Springsand upon graduation from high school went on to Lon Morris Junior College in Jacksonville, Texas – from there she went to Denton Women’s University in Denton, Texas where she graduated in 1932. She taught school in Weches, Texas for two years. Then in 1935 she came to Latexo to teach. She taught high school English and Literature in Latexo High School for over twenty years. When she moved to Latexo she met Henry Roy Selman – they were married December 24, 1936 and made their home in Latexo, Texas. She was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen and her personality was just as pretty. If being a friend and having friends could make you wealthy then she would have been a very rich lady. She was a true friend to many students that passed through her life as a teacher at Latexo High School. No problem was too big or small for her to listen and try to help in any way she could. She was a confident and friend to many students during her teaching career. Looking back, I don’t know how she could keep a straight face at times, but she never laughed. It could be a friend to friend relationship out of school, but when you entered her classroom it was strickly teacher – student. About once a month she would read to each class, it would be some topic that interested the entire class. The students looked forward to this day each month. During this time she had a captive almost spell bound audience – no one made a sound – you could have probably heard a pin drop as she paused or turned the page. She had the most soothing voice that I have ever heard when she was reading. In her career as a teacher she probably had more high school annuals dedicated to her than any teacher in history. She was loved and respected by many students. As I watch my two grandchildren at play, I think of her frequently, and hope that they will be lucky enough someday to have a Rhoda Selman walk through their life. It will make them a better person – and hopefully they will comprehend and retain more than I did.