In the misty landscapes of my dreams, the old Alpine School still waits at the top of crumbling steps. Rough grass has sprung up through the cracks in the surface of the deserted tennis court and the merry-go-round has rusted in place. On the old flag pole, where we lined up at the bell, a tattered flag flutters like fingers waving goodbye.
A wild October breeze whistles and dances through the bones of the rickety fire escape as if laughing spirts have flown down from Cemetery Hill to play hide-and-go-seek.
Hide and Seek...
My friends, Kim and Cathy Pam, are inside the school somewhere, but I cannot find them. I search for them through dark and dusty hallways. Maybe they are hiding in Miss Greenwood's cloak room. No...I must have just missed them. The kindergarten room looks the way I remember it...as if the children have only just gone out to recess.
The playhouse still sits in the corner near the Story Time Rug. Empty milk bottles line up like little glass soldiers on Miss Greenwood's desk, next to the Magic Wand used to waken us from nap time. I so wanted to wave that wand over the other children, but I was too noisy to be the Naptime Fairy.
The Stairs...and Mr. Nicholes...
|An old photo of children playing Maypole.|