tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post6447992280534913619..comments2024-03-27T18:25:13.118-04:00Comments on Cup on the Bus: The rock remainsJoanne Noragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-62077199423150488612013-06-14T23:39:03.537-04:002013-06-14T23:39:03.537-04:00I remember feeling a time warp when I first saw my...I remember feeling a time warp when I first saw my old school again. It made me wonder who I was back then. Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07461569436322815787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-3254496469083472362013-06-14T16:25:35.364-04:002013-06-14T16:25:35.364-04:00Sharing those memories and the icons must have bee...Sharing those memories and the icons must have been a wonderful feeling. It is reassuring to see that the rock and tree were treated well in the construction. Susan Kanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834094675218254410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-49560291527597282572013-06-14T14:02:57.978-04:002013-06-14T14:02:57.978-04:00Dear Joanne, when I moved back to Independence, Mi...Dear Joanne, when I moved back to Independence, Missouri, after being away for 55 years, I do went and revisited the grade school and high school of my youth--St. Mary's. Both are now closed and the buildings used for others activities and I felt sad that children and teenagers no longer roamed the halls of those two school buildings and sat in the desks. Another chapter ended. I've found that growing older means letting go, one by one, of so many things from the past. There's good health that begins to fail; and sometimes memory that begins to fade; and often things we took for granted--like driving--that change. And yet somehow in the midst of letting go we become I think who we were truly called to be. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-46666391776313649082013-06-14T09:09:07.747-04:002013-06-14T09:09:07.747-04:00It's always great to find some things don'...It's always great to find some things don't change.Ms Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417670251423549014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-85383545387910734632013-06-14T08:31:16.813-04:002013-06-14T08:31:16.813-04:00I haven't been back to any of my schools in ye...I haven't been back to any of my schools in years. Might give it a try one of these days.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-13960124638819101122013-06-14T07:47:24.395-04:002013-06-14T07:47:24.395-04:00It can be weird going back to childhood places. It can be weird going back to childhood places. Along These Lines ...https://www.blogger.com/profile/11227702789184973335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-84120566673307556352013-06-14T06:57:40.334-04:002013-06-14T06:57:40.334-04:00lovely that you can still visit your old school an...lovely that you can still visit your old school and touch the rock and the trees.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-51198928767066285512013-06-14T05:34:48.191-04:002013-06-14T05:34:48.191-04:00I'm planning a trip to my hometown sometime ne...I'm planning a trip to my hometown sometime next month, I think I'll walk past my old school while I'm there, see how much it has changed. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-70436540375926742252013-06-14T04:05:35.823-04:002013-06-14T04:05:35.823-04:00I'm glad the rock was there still. I wonder if...I'm glad the rock was there still. I wonder if the niche in the hedge we used to get into the fields is still at my old school.BadPennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09889591351222591488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-16811222487936040362013-06-14T03:01:39.157-04:002013-06-14T03:01:39.157-04:00It's nice to reminisce and visit places of his...It's nice to reminisce and visit places of historic interest. I do love the new school and the old trees. Joyfulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09956413632864588646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-6956977587893878702013-06-14T00:44:29.033-04:002013-06-14T00:44:29.033-04:00The old trees are very beautiful indeed. I hope t...The old trees are very beautiful indeed. I hope that they, and the rock, are left undisturbed.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-26554570359520795522013-06-13T22:18:35.974-04:002013-06-13T22:18:35.974-04:00It's good to visit places in your past, it'...It's good to visit places in your past, it's a real shock when they are gone. Every now and again I visit my old stomping ground, as I don't live all that far away and check out if things are changed, I'm always sad that things are not the same but thats always the way things go.<br />Merle....... Merlesworldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00573975763012762631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-42129911134154887992013-06-13T22:00:54.444-04:002013-06-13T22:00:54.444-04:00I saw that movie, "The School of Rock"
...I saw that movie, "The School of Rock"<br /><br />At least some things don't change.joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-81322383070202314222013-06-13T21:35:33.213-04:002013-06-13T21:35:33.213-04:00I don't remember my very first school. I only...I don't remember my very first school. I only went to kindergarten there. My parents put me in a chi chi ptivate school after that. I hated it, gave me pre-ulcerous stomach problems. After 7th grade I begged them to let me go to public school which they did. ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-88834564051802703442013-06-13T20:45:38.276-04:002013-06-13T20:45:38.276-04:00You make me want to go back to my very first schoo...You make me want to go back to my very first school... just to see if it's as big and scary as it was in the mid 1940's. Did you take a tin cup and chip some gold this time? The Odd Essayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17168404014947652773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-65835072257881073382013-06-13T20:33:43.451-04:002013-06-13T20:33:43.451-04:00It is always comforting to see that some things fr...It is always comforting to see that some things from our past still remain.Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032033918798053005noreply@blogger.com