Origins

I grew up in a small Ohio town, and I rode the school bus from 1st through 12th grades. My bus ride always included a country road on which every school day we saw a one-room brick school house. (SW corner of Stine Rd and Enon-Xenia Pike). As the years went by, I watched this wonderful, familiar friend fall apart. After I married, the school really began to deteriorate. Every time we visited the area I would want to take a photo of the school, but never did. Finally, when we went specifically for the task, the school was gone. It was a huge loss for me and, since that time, whenever we pass a one-room school, it is a joy to stop to take a picture or two. Thus, our collection here and on our Iowa One Room Schools blog. :oD Jill

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Near Savanna, IL

This school is on SR84, just north of the north entrance to the Mississippi Palisades State Park, east side of the road.

Photographed on 6/4/15

Monday, April 6, 2015

In School-Days

Still sits the school-house by the road,
A ragged beggar sunning;
Around it still the sumachs grow,
And blackberry-vines are running.

Within, the master’s desk is seen,
Deep scarred by raps official;
The warping floor, the battered seats, 
The jack-initial;

The charcoal frescoes on its wall;
Its door’s worn sill, betraying
The feet that, creeping slow to school,
Went storming out to playing!

Long years ago a winter sun
Shone over it at setting;
Lit up its western window-panes,
And low eaves’ icy fretting.

It touched the tangled golden curls,
And brown eyes full of grieving,
Of one who still her steps rely
When all the school are leaving.

For near her stood the little boy
Her childish favor singled;
His cap pulled low upon a face
Where pride and shame were mingled.

Pushing with restless feet the snow
To right and left he lingered; —
As restlessly her tiny hands
The blue-checked apron fingered.

He saw her lift her eyes; he felt
The soft hand’s light caressing,
And hear the tremble of her voice,
As if a fault confessing.

“I’m sorry that I spelt the word:
I hat to go above you,
Because,” —the brown eyes lower fell. —
“Because, you see, I love you!”

Still memory to a gray-haired man
That sweet child-face is showing.
Dear girl! the grasses on her grave
Have forty years been growing!

He lives to learn, ini life’s hard school,
How few who pass above him
Lament their triumph and his loss, 
Like here, — because they love him.


John Greenleaf Whitter, from The Best Loved Poems of the American People.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Jackson Township #1

On Indiana SR3, west side just north of jct N.25E.  School built in 1891.  Residence.

Seen from the south

Headstone
Photographed 9/11/14

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Clarkesville

On Indiana State Route 38, north side of the road, just east of town.  Looks to be a 4-room school.  

Photographed on 8 September 2014

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Harmony School, District 53

Here's a school we learned about from an employee at the Lied Lodge in Nebraska City.
The school was used from 1857 to 1997, but this is the second building, which was constructed in 1879.  From SR2 and U.S.75, proceed south on U.S. 75 for 7 miles to Q Rd (Q is also 3.6 miles south of the airport entrance).  Turn west on Q and proceed 3/4 mile.  School is on the north side.  Used as a residence.
Photographed on 8/2/14

Baker School, District 18

One of the tour guides for the Kregel Windmill Museum in Nebraska City told us about this school, so we went out to find it.
West of Nebraska City.  Used 1869 to 1981.  South side of old SR2/I Road, about 100 ft east of SE corner of 52 road, 3 miles west of Q road.
Photographed 8/1/14

Nebraska City Unknown School

NE corner of 1st Corso and 15th St.  Possibly original site.  Was previously used as a house and a theater, now used as a church.  Right side addition.
Photographed 7/31/14