The old school house Lost and forgotten
I came upon, what I thought was an old abandoned farm-house. It
was surrounded by bales of hay, and stood 50 feet or so, off of the
road, and was tilted a bit to toward the lane. The metal roof still
looked to be in good shape, but the sides, close to the ground were
starting to rot away. The front foyer was just about to remove itself
from the rest of the structure. It had weathered many a storm, for
sure. Not too many more years, will this one, be able to hold on.
The old house was at a cross roads. I went through the four-way stop and parked at a church that sat across from it.
This was such a beautiful, small town. There was a church across the road from the house and one to the left of it. There was an old country store a hop and skip away from the church. I stopped to take photos of the quaint town. I was snapping away when a mature women passed near me. I shouted out a good afternoon to her as she approached me, and I stopped taking pictures. I explained to her my desire to shoot old buildings and country scenes. I then walked a little closer, toward her and asked her about the house across the way. “My husband and I are 79 years old and that building use to be a school, back in the day.” she informed me. “ When my husband was young he visited there.” She also told me about the country store beside her home. It had been owned by two separate families and was now used for yard sales. The one two-story church building across the road was now a lodge. At one time it was a Baptist church. “About a 100 or so years ago” she said , “The Baptist and the masons jointly built the church. They shared it. The congregation had church there and the Masons had meetings there. It worked out great. Never any problems. Then a few years ago there were hardly any members of the church left. People had died off and others had moved away. That is when the church allowed the Masons to buy out their half of the building. Now it is just a lodge.”
By stopping by this little Mayberry town, I had learned so much about its past and the present. This is what my photos are all about. Saving a bit of the past and sharing it with the now. I am thankful for Ms. Triptons Info. I was blessed to meet her.
Now I look at what I thought was a beautiful farm-house, in a different perspective. It once housed children learning to read and write and learn the facts of life. I could see the old desks and blackboard. Yes, history paused for a moment to say hello to a humble soul like me. Thank you.
The old school ©Tammy Sullivan
The students are gone, the teachers no more.
The windows are broken, so are the doors.
There is no laughter, within these dark walls.
Only the silence, echo in these halls.
The chalkboard is erased, nothing there.
The bell is silent, no one who cares.
The story of the old schoolhouse
up on the hill, beside the old outhouse. ©Tammy Sullivan2015.
The old house was at a cross roads. I went through the four-way stop and parked at a church that sat across from it.
This was such a beautiful, small town. There was a church across the road from the house and one to the left of it. There was an old country store a hop and skip away from the church. I stopped to take photos of the quaint town. I was snapping away when a mature women passed near me. I shouted out a good afternoon to her as she approached me, and I stopped taking pictures. I explained to her my desire to shoot old buildings and country scenes. I then walked a little closer, toward her and asked her about the house across the way. “My husband and I are 79 years old and that building use to be a school, back in the day.” she informed me. “ When my husband was young he visited there.” She also told me about the country store beside her home. It had been owned by two separate families and was now used for yard sales. The one two-story church building across the road was now a lodge. At one time it was a Baptist church. “About a 100 or so years ago” she said , “The Baptist and the masons jointly built the church. They shared it. The congregation had church there and the Masons had meetings there. It worked out great. Never any problems. Then a few years ago there were hardly any members of the church left. People had died off and others had moved away. That is when the church allowed the Masons to buy out their half of the building. Now it is just a lodge.”
By stopping by this little Mayberry town, I had learned so much about its past and the present. This is what my photos are all about. Saving a bit of the past and sharing it with the now. I am thankful for Ms. Triptons Info. I was blessed to meet her.
Now I look at what I thought was a beautiful farm-house, in a different perspective. It once housed children learning to read and write and learn the facts of life. I could see the old desks and blackboard. Yes, history paused for a moment to say hello to a humble soul like me. Thank you.
The old school ©Tammy Sullivan
The students are gone, the teachers no more.
The windows are broken, so are the doors.
There is no laughter, within these dark walls.
Only the silence, echo in these halls.
The chalkboard is erased, nothing there.
The bell is silent, no one who cares.
The story of the old schoolhouse
up on the hill, beside the old outhouse. ©Tammy Sullivan2015.
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