Every Picture Tells a Story...

Everyone knows that a picture tells a story. What many don't know is the story behind the taking of the picture, which can be just as interesting many times. This shot was taken around 9:30. The building is the old Red House Elementary School. The school shut down when I was in the fourth grade. All the kids were shipped to the newly-built and modern consolidated school closer to town. And so this old brick structure stands down the street from my house like an aging ghost; and we all know that old buildings take on a form of their own at night. They have since turned it into an antique mall and during the day the seniors will brush the dust off of old glass dishes in a building that used to be bustling with the restless energy only kids can have at the end of another school day.

I figured I would give her, this now-quiet building where my dad and his dad used look out the windows and wait for 3:00 o' clock, one last visit. And in the night the presence of this building brings back memories of days gone by. Part of me was left at that school.

And to everybody else, this picture will not mean anything. But to me, it will tell all the stories of my school days, of my first friends, my first day of education, and the gym teacher's lectures for acting up in lunch (had a few of those lectures). Towson University is a long ways down the way from a small brick school in the countryside. But I'll always keep the memories of this building close to me.