When wandering around in old buildings, there is always a story forming in my head about the people who used to inhabit those buildings. In fact, a photographer friend of mine jokes that I ALWAYS have a story for each location we visit and photograph. Old buildings give me inspiration and fuel my imagination, but as it turns out, that imagination wasn’t necessary on my last outing. That’s because I visited a school that my husband attended for a couple of years as a child. He loved that school, and when I told him where I had been, he started telling stories about his time there. He described every corner in great detail, bringing to life for me the building that now sits in disrepair. As he talked of lunch in the basement cafeteria, and Cousin Mary Lee’s loving role as head cook there, and playing in the upstairs gym, it was like turning black and white pages in my mind into colorful stories that jumped out of a book. It helped to soften the sadness I felt for a building that will eventually be torn down or lost to the elements of Mother Nature. Thankfully, it will live on in the memories of its former students and teachers.