Sounds like the little town I grew up in. In the center of the town at a "T" in the road, was our school, a church, a small store, and the Grange hall. Our school was a grade school, with two rooms. The "little" room was for 1st through 3rd grades, and the "big" room was for 4th through 6th grades. Two teachers (Mr. Hudson was the "big" room teacher and the principal, Mrs. Hudson was the "little" room teacher and the secretary. Sometimes one grade has any few as two kids in the class. I think my class was the biggest at about 12 kids. We had a cook, who cooked just like our moms did--everything home made. We knew everybody in town. It was a great place to grow up. Our home was very rustic--we even had an outhouse that we used on a daily basis, even through the winter. We also raised our own cows for milk and beef, had chickens for poultry and eggs, raised pigs and had a huge garden, with a few fruit trees scattered in our yard. Mom made everything we ate--from bread to cottage cheese to ketchup. She canned fruits and vegetables for our use during the winter months, when we didn't have any fresh produce on hand. When we got older, we had an hour-long bus ride to Junior High and High School--nearly two hours if we rode the "activity" bus home for after school stuff. Sounds like I must be about 90 years old--but I'm not yet 60. It wasn't too long after I became an adult that things changed in my home town. There is no school there anymore--the kids are all bused out. The store changed hands many times, and I'm not sure it's still in business anymore. The Grange is still active, and so is the church. Lots of new homes in the area, and I don't think everyone knows everyone anymore. Ah...progress... :cry: