We had managed to schedule 9am - 9pm volunteers to host the school house and most of the time had two folks there. I took the night shifts 5-9 and got in my share of visiting too.
Imagine 200 chickens cheeping, clucking, crowing, cackling and cockadoodling--a clamorous cacophony of commotion!
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| Imagine 200 chickens cheeping, clucking, crowing, cackling and cockadoodling--a clamorous cacophony of commotion! |
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| The flying eagle Holstein spot--a game to play is to find images in the spots. |
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| Antiques are what we played with when we were children |
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| In the good old days, this young lady would have had her left arm tied down to force her to be right-handed |
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| And now it is empty of students waiting to be cleaned out for another year. The Farmington Center School house was built about 1860 and ran for 100 years, closed and 60 years ago moved to the Polk Co Fair Grounds as a museum of school history. Each year a few students show up who went here. This is the first year no teachers from this school visited with us. Time passes, but with care, the old red school house will be here long after we are gone. |