This is one of my favorite places. I think every town has a little red school house, but this one is special.
That's because my dear hubby and all of his siblings attended this little red school house :-)
you just picture them doing a fire drill, kids pouring out of the
building, charging down these steps. I imagine it was a day to remember
And of course playing out in the field, or eating lunch on the grass.
was a huge controversy when the road was going to be widened. The
county wanted to move the school, but there was almost an uprising over
this issue. The school has since been placed on the National Historical
Registry, so it may now rest in peace.
Sometimes it's hard to let go of the past. We tend to hang on to memories that shaped us. Most of the times they are good memories, but there are times when they are not. My childhood was shattered when my parents divorced. Yet my hubby and his siblings lived in Camelot. Even as they have aged they still maintain good relations and communication. It's been said siblings are the longest lasting relationships we have in this life. We know them from birth til death. Whether good or bad, our memories are laced with growing up among those who know us best. Sitting around the dining room table, the laughter and tears are marked by family heritage.
They are a precious treasure.