Learning the old way, memories for a lifetime

In days gone by, the schoolhouse was at the heart of the parish. Often there was only one room, one teacher, and children of many ages learning together.

The slate was our exercise book, the chalk our pencil, and the blackboard our guide. The school bell called us in, while the turf fire kept the room warm on cold winter days.

We learned our reading, writing and sums, but we learned other things too — good manners, respect, hard work and consideration for others.

There were no tablets or computers, only books, slates, ink and the teacher’s voice. Yet friendships were made, stories were shared, and lessons were remembered long after the school day ended.

The School Bell

Its ring called us in through rain, wind and sunshine.

Slate & Chalk

We wrote, rubbed it clean, and started again.

The Turf Fire

The warmth of the fire was part of every winter school day.

Wooden Desks

Names were sometimes carved, ink spilled, and many memories made.

Respect & Manners

We stood for our teacher, spoke when asked, and learned the value of good manners.

One room. One teacher. Many memories.

It wasn't the building we remember; it was the lessons, the laughter, the friendships and the simple life we shared.

A little schoolhouse — a lifetime of memories.