Today, the temperature is 3 degrees, and predicted to drop even more, and produce some snow. And I am stuck indoors at the computer doing heritage research. So why wouldn't I want to revisit this glorious early spring day, when I was taking drystone wall photos for a chapter for Orland French's upcoming book on PEC?
|crumbling brick school-house (1874)|
Just think of the community centred around this little school. Reluctant learners and future community leaders sacrificed their freedom on such spring days, to get what education was available to them. School board meetings, Christmas concerts, chivarees and socials likely all gravitated to this plain little building.
Somebody cares for it still.
Like my own one-room school, S.S.#3 North Marysburgh, it was treated to stucco at one time (but only the public facade facing the road). The grass is cut and the property is tidy. I wonder what will become of this lovely little spot.
Please let's not fill up this quiet neighbourhood like we have so many places in PEC. Too many folks move to such spots seeking quiet and space and unwittingly destroy that very peace they seek in the process.