On a recent trip to Nova Scotia we visited Sherbrooke Village, a village typical of life in the 19th century. Life was a lot simpler then. We stopped in the village jail and I asked what types of crimes were committed then to warrant imprisonment. Basically it was petty theft and drunkenness.
You can identify the pharmacy by a glass container filled with a colored liquid hanging in the window. This one had a beautiful red container in the window.
Looking in the container you can see a reflection of the building across the street and it is upside down.
The building reflected is the Greewood Cottage, built in 1871. It is rather grand for a cottage but its style reflects the social position and means of its owners. It was called a cottage because of the gingerbread trim on the eaves.
Visiting today with Kim at Friday Finds.
School started this week in our town and this made me think back to my school days.
1. There were 47 kids in my elementary school. We pretty much went from Kindergarten through grade 8 in the same school with the same 47 kids. Everyone was well behaved . We celebrated every holiday and the moms brought cupcakes on birthdays. Life was still simple then.
2. There were no school busses and we all walked to and from school. There was no playground but at lunchtime the city blocked off the street behind the school so we could have recess. We played Dodge Ball with a vengeance and there were no injuries. Jump rope was a favorite of mine.
3. I became a teacher. After 3 years our school burned to the ground. I still remember that night. We all watched it burn. The fire was set by a 4th grader. I wonder where he is now.
4. After the fire we were bussed to another school in the city. It was the same school my parents attended. It was a huge building, taking up an entire city block and at one time was in the Guinness Book of Records as the largest school east of the Mississippi.
5. The school was in a tough neighborhood. I taught 3rd grade. One of my students was a boy taller than me with the hint of a moustache already. One day I locked my keys in my car but he told me not to worry, He was able to get the car door open. I wonder where he is now. Oh, the following week my car was stolen. I loved that car - it was a new and shiny convertible. I did get it back - for awhile. It was stolen a second time and was totaled.
There are so many more things I could say about those years but this is called RANDOM 5 Friday.