Found myself alone heading up north to Heritage Days, hadn’t been in a few years and felt the call of the old school house filled to the brim with local artifacts and all types of antiques. Was a beautiful day, not too hot and not chilly.
I have an affinity for old schools, having gone to junior high in the 80’s in a school built in 1918. The grandfather I never knew cared for that building for a great many years, my mom and her siblings grew up having to help after school. Feels as though it’s in my blood.
This gem used to be two towns north of us. Still miss seeing it on the corner coming into town. So nice to see it fixed up.
Visiting the 2x great grandparents just down the road from the Heritage Days.
My great grandfather’s sister and nephew as well.
Each room in the old school has a different theme.
The old stage.
The old gymnasium, can’t even imagine basketball games were once held here.
Will share more later…best hit the sack if I want to function come 6:30.
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