Last Thursday after work, and after a quick good-bye lunch for my coworker, I headed ten hours north. We made it there by midnight while making a few phone calls home to make sure my kids stayed on task throughout the evening. Greg was working second shift that day, but had the rest of the weekend off at my request. He needed some time off as much as I needed him to be home.
I was able to help my mom move from her home to her apartment while not worrying about things at home.
It was such a fun move. Fun for spending time with my mom, brothers and two of my sister-in-laws and fun for the fact that my old elementary school was (just) turned into apartments. My mom moved into what I remember being Mrs. Babcock's room. Mrs. Babcock was my fifth grade teacher.
It was fun to walk down memory lane. I have quite a few memories, but I don't remember feeling quite so high up.
It did offer a good view of my brothers hard at work.
We moved the bulk of the stuff on Friday and began some unpacking. It ended up working really well as Saturday's weather brought a wet wintry yuck mix. Saturday was spent cleaning the house and sorting thru what mom no longer wanted.
My mom's room offers a clear view of The Calumet Theatre. When I was a kid, this was where we performed our school Christmas programs. I remember being part of a crowd scene in one of our Christmas plays and I remember that we couldn't see the audience/our parents at all when we were on the stage for the lights. It was a strange feeling for an elementary kid. At least for this elementary kid.
And behind that (yellow) door and to the right was Mr. Edward's room where we practiced for all those programs. Mr. Edwards was the best music teacher ever.
To the left was the lunch room (remember those white milk bags?) where Eddie Lemler once told the gym teacher to go suck an egg, and the whole lunch room went drop a pin silent. Those were the days.
A few pictures from about the place. At the end of each hallway is artwork. I'm assuming these were there when we were in school, but I have absolutely no memory of them.
Cool, though. I must not have appreciated it back then.
I love that they left the old brass numbers up. The center rooms had two doors entering the classrooms. I remember the teacher's desk was between the doors. What I didn't realize was that our desks were mounted to the floor. I didn't take a picture, but you can see the rows of desk marks on the original wooden floor that's still in the apartments.
It was a fun trip down memory lane.
We came back home Sunday and it's been pedal to the metal ever since. I begged the night off, sending Greg with the boys to karate since it's been such a rare option lately. He's working the weekend again, and I'm picking up extra hours at the school.
It's all good. Just don't come over expecting my house to be sparkly. ;)