Broken bricks, cracked plaster, roof, all but gone. I have passed this one room school-house hundreds of times in my life. I have watched it fall apart and wondered about the days that it was filled with children’s voices and dreams. In this rural part of our state, there are many old schoolhouses still standing. Several have been converted to homes. Some became storage for farm equipment. A few moved and converted to museums. Many were torn down. What is must have been like! I taught as many as thirty children in one elementary classroom before, but they were all the same age. I’ve read stories about how the older students would help the younger students with their lessons. Lessons that go beyond reading and arithmetic were taught in these old structures. Old school.