Time came for Mary to move to
her school. Grandpa and I went along to
help her with the move. I don’t recall
her having had a great many belongings.
It seemed as if we drove some distance to get there and I imagine Mary
must have felt it was the end of the earth.
The school house sat alone on the side of the road without a ranch house
in sight. We learned later the school
was constructed so it could be skidded to other locations as the demographics of
the country changed. This enabled the
school to be placed near where children attending lived.
It seemed like such a lonely location and I felt bad
for my sister as we drove away, leaving her there alone. If anyone could make a go of it, Mary
would. This was another very obvious
indication that our family was moving in different directions now. In a few days I would leave for my second
year of college and Dorothy would be starting her sophomore year at Custer
County High School.
*Taken from "Which Road Should I Follow?, Volume 1, Growing up in the country", an autobiography by Edwin K. Hill.
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