Our little guys were supposed to be with us today, but the younger one got sick, and now they’re not coming. Nanny is sad about that, and I know Poppy wanted to garden with them. Maybe next week we’ll get another chance to visit.
For today’s throwback, I’m going waaaay back for this one:
I once wrote about my very unique high school – a small, private girls’ academy that is no longer open. It began operating in the mid-1800s in three brownstone buildings. The rooms kept their original charm throughout the years with fireplaces in the classrooms and ball-and-claw bathtubs in the bathrooms! Rich marble and dark paneling could be seen everywhere and ancient windows and doors abounded. The real charm, however, lay in the spirit that pervaded those halls. It was an aura that caught you almost immediately, and it dwelled in you long after you left.
Graduations were a bit different there. No caps and gowns for us; rather, we wore white formal gowns. We each had a “flower girl,” who presented us with a bouquet of red roses, and we received our diplomas from a bishop! That tradition existed from the earliest days of the school, and it was based on a European model. The picture here is from the archives, showing a graduating class from 1913.
It’s fun to reminisce when I see old photos!