No wonder that I grew up loving history! I attended school in a house filled with history. Too bad that the walls couldn't talk to tell us what they had witnessed!
Sadly the building was torn down to make way for ugly modern buildings.
The owner of the school lived upstairs. The first floor of the building had high ceilings, a fireplace in every room, a narrow and winding slave staircase, a wide main staircase very similar to the one in the film Gone with the Wind, at least four porches, and a brick walkway lined by a tall boxwood hedge.
To this day, when I smell the aroma of boxwoods, I think of school and enjoy happy memories of the years during which that building was such an important part of my life.