By Marilyn Salzl Brinkmaan of Cold SpringSometimes my memory walks backwards in time to those days when my life revolved around simple school days. My childhood took a new turn.One-room frame schoolhouses once dotted the rural countryside. They were white rectangular structures with small entry halls to hold coats, boots, lunch buckets, and wood for the stove. Their windows, providing light and ventilation, were placed the length of the structur…
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