Here in a small town in the historic Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, the only home I knew as I grew from baby to my late teens, is my high school. This past weekend, my graduating class returned to Staunton for the “big” reunion.
Our high school is still perched on its high hill, but instead of halls filled with teenagers at lockers on the way to classes, the building is now home for retired , often ill citizens. I for one, find it sad that if the building is sound enough for apartments, that it is no longer used as a school. A new Lee High was built a few years ago across town. In this instance “progress ruled over tradition” as it often does.
Because I am having a jumble of thoughts about the weekend with no coherent theme, I am starting with a few pictures for you before I tackle the heart of the matter.
The class met in downtown Staunton at the Stonewall Jackson Hotel. Would you expect a hotel named for anyone less than General Lee’s favorite general?
It is elegantly restored and renovated. Many long years ago, it was the site of our wedding reception.
Ah, but I have gotten off topic already. . . . Here is a little of the background of my home town from http://www.historicstaunton.org
” Staunton is a unique community of six historic districts made up of cohesive neighborhoods and a central business district. Houses and historic businesses with elegant landscapes date back to the 19th century boom town growth. ”
Main Street is busy with unique shops and street theater on the weekends.