A teacher that stands out for me was my Year 2 teacher (in the late 70s)
I remember so much that I learned that year. I remember 3 of the books she read to us, (Little Wooden Horse, Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe, A Gift from Winklesea) yet don't remember any other books read to us at primary school. I remember songs we learned (from Time and Tune on the Radio) I remember projects we did on The Dinosaurs and Holland and work we did before a trip to London Zoo. Poems I wrote. Scripture. Creative writing. Work I had put on the wall. Walking to the local library. (Only teacher we did that with)
There were teachers I had in the juniors who I would say were nicer than she was, but given how much she did with us and how much I learned, I think she must have put her heart and soul into her job.