Mary Verschuur writes about coming to America in 1962, recruited by Nancy McCormick Rambusch. In this article, she reminisces about the sheer sensation of practicing a new vocation in an unknown location with materials imported in wood crates from Europe and many materials needing to be handmade. A Montessori life in retrospect is worth telling, and Ms. Verschuur's story is about knowing the children and discovering their individuality as each unfolds in her prepared environment that was built so long ago and still serves children to this day.