In this time of environmental awareness we are blessed to see many creative uses for discarded items. In this new found awareness for preserving this planet, I have seen society go from, throw away to use it up. Yes there are still numerous individuals that still live with the mindset that this planet will sustain us forever and all of the abuses we dole upon it. Yet there is an even larger population that jumps on the Reduce, Recycle, Reuse bandwagon.
As the Valentine’s Day weekend approached the subject of what to do was discussed. We chose not to sit ideally at home for Valentine’s Day this year, watching sappy love stories on Netflix or eating chocolate by the ton. Instead I, with my love, hopped in my car and drove. No where in particular just a rambling sort of drive, literally, down memory lane. We passed through small towns along a familiar highway. Exchanging childhood memories of the scenes that drifted by our windows. We pulled off the highway in each town just to look around and see what each town offered. We found that most of the towns were languidly hanging on to their diminishing populations. Although some had new suburban areas and even plush new golf courses, carved out in their little oasis towns.
In one of the declining towns we spotted a large building situated at the end of main street. It was enormous for the area it is located in, the town has less than a 200 people residing there. It was in the exact center of the end of the road. So as you drove down the straight lane, with towering trees creating a canopy above, you felt drawn to the destination looming before you. The main street of town abruptly turned from the hard grey surface of pavement to the crunching, rough of gravel before our car was three city blocks from the hunkering monstrosity. As we approached, we discovered the building was still occupied, just not as the builder originally intended. The large glass windows stretched almost from floor to ceiling. The sandstone and brick indicated to me the designer of this building wanted it to be appealing to the eye. In great stone banners across the third floor and the second floor our question of “what is this?” was answered. Large block letters announced “HIGH SCHOOL” and “1914”. I was looking at a 100-year-old building that was now someone’s home. No longer did teenagers roam the halls between classes but maybe a dog or cat resided in the science lab. I enjoy discovering new sites during my travels, especially in my own home state.