I had one last day in Texas, and I'd seen most everything I felt safe enough to see. So I asked the folks what THEY wanted to see. Dad wanted to see the Gillespie County schools. So we went, and saw as many as we could given the constraints of the day.
They'll do the ones they missed some other time.
Rural schools are fascinating. Imagine walking miles to your nearest school, all grades in one room, learning your three Rs, and if you were lucky more (only need the three Rs for working the fields).
Or being a school teacher. A young woman, coming out to the country to teach, staying in a small house for the week next to the school before heading back to town for the weekend. Often in the middle of nowhere.
It's a very different world we live in 140 years later.
Here are the Muesbach Creek School, and the Grapetown School and Teacherage.
Well, I've started packing for the trip back to Seattle. I've done everything I wanted to. And most importantly, done everything I needed to with my parents.
For the first time in a long time, I feel I'm going home with nothing left for me to do when I come back. And I will be back. April I'm hoping.
Say it ain't so, Buffy. Say it ain't so....
Dear Pacific Northwest,
After three weeks in Texas, I'm noticing a distinct lack of cream gravy, forty-four ounce drinks, Texas toast and guacamole enhancements in your drive-through restaurants. Please rectify this.
I am not a crackpot.
--Jennifer Dolari, Imperatrix in Exile, People's Democratic Socialist Federated Republic of Texas (Reformed)
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