Ghosts Of Lifetime's Past
I went to my old elementary school the other day while I was out biking. Not un-usual, I pass through the yard all the time when biking. Only this time, it was different.
You see, Lancaster Memorial school is being boarded up. The nearly 50 year old building was evacuated 2 years ago, it's students moved down the road to the newer middle school building which had been expanded to house grades K-8.
It was sad. Winds blew through the over-grown crab grass and voices from my childhood haunted my soul. Kids playing on the merry-go-round, laughing, shouting. Ghosts from lawn sales, field day and countless recesses. The recess teacher, Mrs. Hunt telling us to get in line, it was time to go in.
The filming of my 4th grade film project, Lancaster Vice which was about the judicial system.
Friendships were formed here. But only short ones. In 1994, many of those long time friends would part company only to see each other once every 5 years and only to see who's married, who's fat and who made it.
Yes, echos from the past haunted me. Childhood innocence, class plays, trips to the library and the yearly walk from our school down to the middle school in full halloween costume.
This old school saddened my soul. So many memories from my past, now merely ghosts to be remembered. It's true, you can never go back. But, man, do I miss being a kid sometimes.
posted by Vince Wylde | 3:43 AM
