Above are the little desks that my mother sat in when she was a very little girl. We visited her one-room school house that was erected in 1850. Her parents and grandparents attended the same school house. 
Above is the old coal stove that kept the school warm. I can't even imagine how cold those winters were and how chilly that room got. I would have lobbied for a seat next to that stove.
I love the above shot. It's the natural light filling the doorway at the back of the room. When I think of the generations of family that attended that little school, I'm reminded of where I came from and how far we've come. I think about my children and grand children attending warm, dry, excellent schools and now, we even have college graduates in the family. Eli's degree from THEE Ohio State University is a far cry from these humble beginnings.
And here's 90-year-old Mom with me and three of my four children, as well as FIVE of my grandchildren. That's four generations on the porch of that little one roomed school house. I wish we could see Grandma and my great grand parents standing behind us. Well, metaphorically they were there. We were standing on their shoulders, held up, supported, and pushed heavenward. Here's a delayed "Thank You". And a hug. Until we meet again.
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What frequently does NOT get mentioned is the person who took the photograph. My daughter-in-law, Abby, took that pic. Our sport. Our DSO.
I'm an idiot. Emily graduated with her degree in social work. Tiffany graduated with her degree in communications. Tim McCoy earned his degree in engineering. Another McCoy's degree is in broadcasting. Daaannnggggg.....
Sorry...I'll go over here now....
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