When I was in elementary school, our building looked like this. A merry-go-round and really long, tall swings beckoned just out front. I was fearless then and practiced making them go as high as they would. Recess was a luxury I did not fully appreciate until it was taken away. The bell that called us back to study was loud enough for everyone to hear.
I finally got back to the 1889 Tassajara Schoolhouse to see “school in session”. Kids from around the area dress up in period costumes and have a class the old-fashioned way. I actually didn’t plan on going to the schoolhouse this day, but at the last minute I remembered it so I thought I’d stop in. I noticed cars outside and a sign that school was in session so I got kind of excited as I pulled off the road and grabbed my camera.
One of the men who takes care of the place was there and said the kids would be coming out anytime and right when he said that, the doors opened and out they poured all full of giggles and talking. I was kind of disappointed I didn’t get there in time to see them all seated at the desks, but I was lucky to get there…
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