This photo’s caption read; ”The little green schoolhouse.” It was taken somewhere in Arizona and shows one of Aunt Barbara’s school chums. I’m hoping that on the other side of that hill is grass, trees, and a playground, but somehow I doubt that is the case. I wonder what it was like inside? I wonder what it would have been like to have been the teacher there?
I have been working diligently to sort through Mother’s trunk always setting aside special letters in the altered book I made a few months ago. Recently I found one envelope with three letters inside. They were from a young uncle away at school and included one letter each for Great-Grandmother, Grandmother, and Mother when they all lived together in a house on the hill near the Nolichucky River. He was planning for his graduation. These letters will be saved and shared.
School is back in full swing. I wanted to send some special back-to-school snail mail to the grandchildren, just a little something to share my enthusiasm for the opportunities that schooling brings, and the excitement of a new school year.
I am writing this on the day of the solar eclipse and hoping that my grandchildren have teachers that planned for the event and had the children outdoors safely viewing it while marveling at the wonder of it all. I am going back outside to watch. Thanks for listening. Take care.