CONDUCTED BY AUNT LENE
Mrs. Helen Virden of Mt. Pleasant, Iowa, sent us a copy of her
‘OLD THRESHERS SCRAPBOOK’ and in a letter she gave us the
privilege of using anything that may appeal to us.
Well, being a school teacher this poem struck me in the heart.
You will not get the complete picture with the first reading Read
The schoolhouse where my mother learned to read
And where I carved my name beside the door
Still stands upon the hill and waits to feed
The hungry minds that come there to explore.
The seat is missing that I used to share
With one I loved, so shared his life as well,
Now in the morning on the frosty air
I pause to hear the ringing of the bell
Now I am glad they let the building stay ….
I took my son to school there yesterday.