While out for a drive last Sunday, hubby eyed a sign, turned around, and the search began….down one long country road to another. What did we discover? A treasure from 1919, the year hubby’s dad was born. Diamond Point School, a one room school-house in Nowata County, Oklahoma ~
We sat in the car for a moment studying the grounds, then jumped out to explore. The slide was calling my name, but the steps going up were a bit wiggly…and as much as I wanted to take off down the thing, the extreme tilt to the right, plus the rust spots here and there, made hubby think he might not be able to catch me.
#how long would it take the ambulance to find us?
Plopping down in a swing, my first thought was whether or not the chains would hold me. I soon forgot about that. Do you remember flying~swinging? Yep, me too. I told hubby we were gonna have to get one of these.
We couldn’t help but wonder about all the little feet that had walked where we were now walking. First loves and first kisses. Fights and life long friendships. Jump-rope and games of chase. Brothers and sisters. Teachers and preachers and parents and picnics.
(Notice the little white outhouses in the far back, left and right side. They say “girls” and “boys”.)
Who was the last person to raise the American flag on this still sturdy pole….and what were they thinking when it was folded for the last time?