The two-story combined-class schoolhouse
Stood from 1874 to 1969
The halls were boisterous until 1960
Then it was empty until torn down
My sisters attended there
But alas I was too young
I never had the teachers they adored
I only got to know the playground
That survived a few more years
The merry-go-round was twirled
The swings could be pumped high
The teeter-totter squeaked on
The ball diamonds were used
The tennis courts too
The teens gathered
Out of our mothers’ view
Finally, the implements removed
The playground became a field of grass
Where my memories are ghosts
This true story was written in response to Charli Mills March 13, 2023, prompt from Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a place where children once played. It can be a field, a playground, or any place that attracted children to play. But now it is empty. Abandoned. Go where the prompt leads!
03/19/2023 at 12:50
Nice story, Sue.
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03/22/2023 at 01:14
This is lovely, Sue. It reminds me of my childhood places too.
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03/25/2023 at 13:53
Thanks, Robbie. I think most people had that one playground they spent time at.
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03/23/2023 at 05:34
Thank you! Such memories are haunting…Mine’s an old ‘dump’ behind my ‘evacuation house’ in WW2 (Wales) where we played House: “Do ‘ave more cake Mrs. Jones…” Cheers. x
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03/25/2023 at 13:56
Thank you, Joy. I have no knowledge of an “evacuation house.” I’m glad you can still share the memories.
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03/25/2023 at 14:00
I was an ‘Evacuation child’ in World War 2 in the UK and lived for a few years with one of my brothers and a dear aunt in Wales, away from the bombing. Best wishes.
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03/26/2023 at 07:06
I enjoyed your poetic recollection, Sue. What a pity the school didn’t last a few more years until it Centenary, giving you the opportunity of attending too.
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03/26/2023 at 16:26
I love this. I think it must be hard to see a school taken down. I like how you show the transition, the gradual disappearance. I bet those teens, while maybe up to some no-goodness, were also having their nostalgic moments remembering their old school and playground.
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03/27/2023 at 15:27
I should have specified the teens were my group. We utilixed the swings, sat on the Merry-go-round, and wathced the boys play football with 5 man teams. I don’t know of any shenanigans except for smoking. Then, I wasn’t one to get into mischief for fear of my parents finding out.
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03/29/2023 at 00:13
Poignantly written, Sue. These types of memories linger long beyond any physical anchor linking them to a place.
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03/29/2023 at 07:31
I agree, Nicole. It’s more the spot on this beautiful earth rather than the swing, tree, or uilding.
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