As everything in life fades to a stalwart end and dims from memory, cherished photos can sometimes hold fast these apparitions of the past. In this small entry, I have posted a couple of pictures from the old Mammoth School House. This is the school house my father, J. R., and his siblings attended..
An old school photograph from 1947-48.
Though the school was closed long before I was born, it is also the place of my own childhood memories. Since I only lived a half mile from here, it is one of my old and treasured haunts. At times, playing with cousins or friends, we would go inside and pretend to teach a lesson in math, history, or geography, in addition to pretending to have church or preach a fiery sermon.
The school house is gone today due to a fire. I have a current picture of its' cinders and ashes, but I do not have the heart in posting it. Instead, I have posted two pictures from January, 1984. I took the photos before joining the Air Force. Even at that time, it was more than a mere vacant structure; it was a haven and a passageway in time…of my Ozarks' History.