Now that the holidays are over and the cold winter weather continues to bear down on us, it is time to sit back and relax and pursue indoor leisure activities. I have been looking over old photographs and uncovering my roots.
My parents lived in an old stone house on Woods Road, south of Belvidere when I was born. There was no electricity, no indoor plumbing, no telephone----I can't believe I survived!
I have gone through a lot of photos, but I couldn't find a good photo of that old house. There are lots of pictures of me and others on the front stoop, but none of the house. Here's a couple: the one on the left I believe is my cousin Margie Vowles Martin with the dog; the one on the right is me standing on the front stoop with the dog.



The school building was sold after the rural schools were closed in 1956. That school became a home which later burned. Here is a photo of the home which is currently on that site.

Davis School was also sold and became a home. Later, as a teenager, I babysat for the young family that lived there. I was amazed at all the changes on the inside--from one-room school to a home.
On the front porch of Davis School an earlier group of students poses in approximately 1951. Miss Hayes was still the teacher, though.

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