Disappearing Dreams of Yesterday
The lonely bell is silent now, but it has observed countless memories over its long life. Constructed as a one-room schoolhouse in 1910, Palisades School survives, albeit under a new name and expanded footprint.
And, oh yes, it also served as the first meeting place of two students (the author included) who would meet in 3rd grade and, certainly unbeknownst at the time, marry 27 years later.
Through it all, I can’t help but conjure lyrics from Kris Kristofferson’s Sunday Morning Coming Down:
Then I headed back for home,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin’.
And it echoed through the canyons,
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.