10 miles down the road, in a small rural town in North Dakota, I stopped at a service station and asked if anyone knew the owner of the property with the schoolhouse on it. Sure enough, the clerk did. She opened up the phone book and gave me his name and number. From a PHONE BOOK!!! When I called, the elderly gentleman on the other end invited me to his house in town to share stories of the schoolhouse. Entering the home was like walking into a time capsule. Him and a friend of his were sitting at a real 1950’s formica kitchen table, watching a program on a b/w television. I could have spent all day there listening to his stories about the old town and the history behind the schoolhouse. But… I had pictures to take and couldn’t wait!
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Uncle Scott
Most excellent nephew!
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