The Wallet (Part One)

A flash of turquoise in the huge pile of rubble.

“Stop!”  the young man shouted and waved his arms.  The equipment operator stopped the machine and the young man tiptoed through the pile of brick and stone to the tiny spot of color he had noticed.  He carefully picked it up and dusted it off.

It was a ladies wallet.  He stuck it in his back pocket and motioned the operator to resume.   The old brick school house was just a huge mound of debris.  Bricks, metal, stone, and wood all piled high where the building had stood for over a century.

There had been a stream of onlookers during the entire demolition.  Residents of the village, former students and teachers, community members; none of them could remember their small town without the old school house.  Just a year earlier, it was still filled with the children of the community.

The new building,  just a short distamce down the street,  now housed preschool through 12th graders in one neat, modern, location with plenty of concrete, bricks and glass and lots of blacktopped parking areas.  It was a beautiful new building and the school district was very proud of it.

But traditions and memories fade slowly and almost everyone was sad to watch the old building full of history come to an end.

When it was time to quit for the day, the young man remembered the turquoise wallet and pulled it out of his pocket.  He unsnapped the clasp and quickly looked inside surprised that the contents looked like something from a long time ago.  But because it was time to go home and he was tired, he handed it to the owner of the excavating business who promptly stuck it in his back pocket and  forgot about it.

After pulling off his dusty jeans at the end of his day, the excavator emptied his pockets and turned it over to his wife.  The wallet was damp because while the demolition of the building was progressing, the excavating team sprayed water on the remains of the building to keep the dust down in the neighborhood.

The Wallet

His wife carefully began to open it and noticing the wet contents, she began to take everything out of the wallet and lay it on a paper towel on the countertop to dry out. There was some damage due to the water but she was amazed at the condition of the wallet.  After emptying it she took a damp washcloth and wiped the dust from the outside of the wallet

It looked almost like new.

to be continued……

 

 

 

 

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About Life in the 50's and beyond...

Welcome to Life in the 50's and 60's and beyond .... where I write about my childhood memories, music of the 60's and about life in the country. I am a mother, grandmother, farmer's wife, business owner, and retired teacher.
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3 Responses to The Wallet (Part One)

  1. finally have had a moment to read…now…on to part2…

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  2. teacupbliss says:

    Looking forward to part 2!

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  3. puppy1952 says:

    You have me interested Looking forward to the next episode.

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