Made in the Shade: Evidently, I am becoming "HISTORIC"

I have been doing some scrapbook pages of various parts of my life. I wanted some pictures of my childhood places and have discovered that many of the important places in my life are gone- torn down, others are now historic registries, others have been completely remodeled for they were "antiquated". It is a very strange feeling.
I found many of these pictures in the "archives" of West Elementary as I helped move while doing my administrative internship there last year. I cataloged photos, and historical events onto two disks for preservation. I gave two of the disks to the Washington County Historical Society and many of the pictures below are from those disks. Other photos of special places, I found on the Washington County historical web site.

I am the second dancing snowflake from the left and Becky is the second dancing snowflake from the right. We were in 2nd grade.

This is my kindergarten picture and Becky and I are sitting at the end of the middle row.

This is the old Carnegie library. I loved this library-loved the smell of the old books, the big steps and the upstairs library. Of course, it is also torn down. The tabernacle and Woodward building parking lot is where it once was.

Even the ones that I didn't consider historic- like my childhood home above- are listed on the Washington County Historical Site!

This is Becky Pendleton's house, my best friend- complete with her mom and sister and it is also on the historic site!!

This is Judd's candy store. It was my first job- I worked as a cashier from 6th grade until Woodward Jr High moved to the new Dixie Junior High in my 9th grade year. I "auditioned" for the job by adding up about 10 items in my head as Mr. Judd threw them on the counter- figuring change etc. as fast as I could go. The school even let me out a little early for lunch and recess and let me come back late to work. I snapped this photo myself for it is right across the street from where I work each day now. They don't have the fun candies that they used to have, but they have great chicken sandwiches, and breadsticks now.

The pictures on the Historical Society's site were added from donated disks that I gave them after scanning in old pictures while doing my administrative internship at the old West Elementary before moving to the new Heritage building. In the above picture, I am in the exact center of the middle row.

In this picture I am the plaid dress on the front row and my friend Becky is the one in the blue skirt at the end of the same row.

In this picture, I am in the gold shirt on the front row.

This is the old merrygoround on the West Elementary playground. You can see the old metal slide that basically seared the flesh right off of you as you slid down in 100 degree weather.

This is the lunchroom at the school. Note the fireplace against the back wall. This was later taken out. I do remember when we wore dresses to school with shorts underneath so that we could play games at recess.

This is the playground at the annex building which is now gone and where the District Office is now built and where I work each day.

This is the building where I went to Jr. High until the "new" Dixie Jr. High was built. It is also where I was first suspended. Mr. Heber Jones sent me home for commenting that the "russian revolution was a bunch of bolshevik". Across the street (where the district office now is) is where I had band. Mr. Stan Schmutz used to throw tennis balls at our music stands if we were talking. When he exhausted his supply of balls, he sent me outside to talk to a tree- "since I loved to talk so much". I spent a lot of time with that tree!!!

This is the new courthouse being erected on the land where West Elementary and playground used to be.

Dixie Jr. High is now called Dixie Middle School. I remember when we moved from the Woodward building. There was a big parade of kids carrying their own chair down to the new school. I was lucky enough to ride in an open truck with a bunch of desks and chairs holding them in. This kind of move would never happen now!

This is the building where I attended 6th grade. Our classrooms were in the basement. At the time I attended, the top floor was condemned and was going to be remodeled. We weren't supposed to go up there but I had heard it had a really cool stage and prop room so some friends and I went up and we fell through the floor. Sheri Blake's legs were hanging in the girls bathroom ceiling.