It was a grand feeling to hear from a schoolmate of 60 years ago. She lives in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. My old schoolmates are scattered over many different states. Some have passed on. And sometimes a wistful, sentimental longing for a return of a past period comes over me.
Two former schoolmates visited here this summer. One was from Texas, the other from Illinois. Fond memories were awakened as we reminisced over our school days.
Not boasting--but we could name all the states and their capitals, recall our problems in algebra and arithmetic, dates in our history, and paragraphs from our civil government. Concentration on our lessons was stressed by a kindly, efficient teacher and we have kept in memory what we learned.
The old schoolhouse is fast decaying, yet it stands on a hill reminding us of happy days of long ago. The summer passed very quickly, so it seemed.
The Flaming Fall Revue soon will be here, autumn in all its marvelous beauty. My grandmother used to say that fall of the year made her sad.