Dear Friends,

Time is like a giant machine that relentlessly moves on and nothing in its path can stop or even slow it down. I imagine it looks like an old steam roller with a huge stone wheel in front that rolls over anything in its path. Its march ahead is monotonous and continuous and crushing. I was looking at this picture the other day and it all came into focus. I rolled back the moviola to the time in 1950 when I first noticed the existence of this one room schoolhouse in the middle of a garden that was there to house and release the knowledge that I had passed on me inside those walls by my teacher. The building was left there to wilt sometime in the future and to stand as a reminder that time moves on the purpose of the building existence was met and as the time roller came along run over it and left in its place no longer a learning place but a reminder of what it once was and has lived its purpose. My benefit and reminder when I look or even think of it is wholesome.