[movieman64]

Yesterday 9/11, my friend Steven and his wife and kids came over. Steven was going to help me work on and hopefully finish the fence, and afterwards we were going to go out, for dinner or grill some steaks or something with the wives and kids. I made my wife promise she wouldn’t say anything to Steve and his wife about my little encounter, and she promised she wouldn’t.

I had already been working on the fence for about an hour or so when Steve got there around 8:30-9:00am. I hadn’t seen anything but a couple of Squirrels, and an occasional bird, believe me I was looking a lot. Once Steve and I started working together I stopped looking so much and concentrated on the work. We had been working about an hour or so when his wife brought us out some coffee, (another post/story) we sat on the tailgate of my truck talking about life in general when I asked him if he had ever heard of a one room school house in and around this area. He looked kind of surprised, and said no. He said you know there is one over on Cemetery Road, (how apropos) that they fixed up and made into a home. He told me were it was, and he was right I had been by it a thousand times. He said the distance from there to here would have been about right for another one, especially being this close to the County line. I told him I had talked to Mr. Sutherlin and he told me about it, and that he had also told me about an old house close to where mine sat He was saying how neat all this was and that he would like to take Mr. Sutherlin over to the field this fall after the crops were out, and have him show us about where the schoolhouse would have been. He said we might be able to find something. I told him yeah that would be great.

To make a long story somewhat shorter, we worked the rest of the day, and neither of us saw or heard anything, even though Steve was watching as my second pair of eyes and didn’t even know it. We got done around 4:00pm, and I was happy on one hand and disappointed on the other. During dinner, (we went to Texas Roadhouse) I told him about the old cellar and cistern where the old house had stood and about the fire. I told him to come over next weekend for a bit, and we would walk over there to see if we could find anything. He was of course very excited, and said he loved this sort of stuff, exploring old houses etc…So, I’m going to spend a little extra time out on the ridge this coming week to see if I notice anything, hopefully I won’t. I ‘am also going to walk down to the area where the children were standing to see if I can find anything there.