Ah, they just touch your heart and soul, huh?

This is the high school I attended. It's really old. My father graduated from this school around 1923 and me in 1968.

The stairs and banisters are all marble, the doors to the classrooms are oak and 10 feet high with transoms. I would imagine it's all air conditioned now but it wasn't in my day.

Days gone by, eh?

Long gone but not forgotten, Vic.

My building was much like that but smaller.
I have a print of it, I need to get a picture and show you.

No a/c for me either, but we didn't know the difference!

What a nice walk down memory lane. From both of ya.

I love the pics. (I think most of my early schools were built out of wood, some probably gone for good by now.)

And what I remember of my high school, built of cinder blocks or something not wood, is skipping class to go to the beach; my body guard, Butch; Mrs Dillman, my typing teacher and the terror of the school; and being asked to quit because I was a "rebel". Go figger, eh? But all in all, school was actually fun. I just wasn't aware of it at the time.

Shoe

Hi Shoe,

Yep, I loved school. I just didn't realize it then either.

Vic, here's the print of my high school. Well, a picture of a print.




By the way, Shoe. It's past your bedtime.

Wow, what a nice school.

I think my schools didn't look like ya'll cus I was living in Florida then, and nothing was more than single story at the time.

And yeh, it's past my bedtime...except lately I've been up till at least 3: am, working on this and that, or NOT working on this and that. Sheesh.

:>)

Me too, Shoe. But it's only 1:30 here so I have miles to go before I sleep.

Huh. Sounds like poetry.
Shades of my dear friend Robert Frost.
Hadn't thought of him in a while. Must be the image of my old school.

I don't sleep well, hard to get to sleep. I think my brain doesn't want to slow down, afraid it might miss something. Or maybe so full of inconsequential fluff it can't rest.

Kinda like going to bed on a full tummy.
Sleep doesn't come quickly.

Lovely photo Sharon!

Our schools look very much alike

What you don't see in my photo is there are two very large buildings on either side of it. One is for sports and the other end was the arts and drama complete with theater. I remember a stone water fountain outside the theater with a little boy who had water spewing out of his mouth continually.

Good morning and good night to both of you

Sweet dreams, Sharon & Shoe... Morning, Vic!

2013 is my 35th hs reunion -- amazing where the time goes, isn't it? Thanks to facebook, I've re-connected with several of the folks there, and friended some who never knew I was alive back in the day.

I was lucky - or unlucky - when it came to high school. Spring of my 9th grade year, we moved out of the city and into the country (which the city has now absorbed). Lucky cause it got me out of they city and into a smaller school, which was very good for me. Unlucky because the kids at the new school had been together since kindergarten, or at least since 7th grade when all the feeder schools merged into the junior high. Coming there in March of 9th grade left one feeling very much like an outsider.

That said, they were indeed some of the best years of my life, whether I knew it or not.


Our town was built on the canal, and our original high school was built in 1865. It had 4 large rooms. When I attended, those rooms were for choir, band, and Vo-Ag. At the time, it was the only school in town -- elementary was on one side of the original building, jr/sr high on the other. Progress is doing its best to ruin my little town -- it's not even a village anymore, it's a full-fledged city, per the last census.

But the memories keep it fresh and familiar, and give me a place to run to when I get tired of city life. Yea, memories!

Neat story Mary and memories too