fire, fire, burning bright . . .

these are my days.

i started another facebook group.  this one is for the group of girls i graduated high school with.  we were boarders for three or four years depending on when we started.  next year it will be 50 years since we were together in school.  woot!  woot!  since i just started it day before yesterday, with five of us, i am hoping between us we can find the other nine or so.  it's tough when we don't, in some cases, know married names.  some don't appear to be on facebook at all. 

of course we were not local when we started school or we wouldn't have been boarders but now we are really scattered.  one is on hilo.  another in edinburgh. one in western canada.  one is still in jersey and three of us are in florida.  one is in montana but spending the next three months in new zealand.  we wandered far and wide.

each of us has a story.  even in the sixties, it was not the norm to be shuffled off to boarding school.  i can't speak for the rest but as i've mentioned before, my mother died when i was 13, my sister and after finishing high school, was headed to college.  my father wasn't sure he 'could do me justice', so off i went. 

i loved the old tutor dorm sitting on the backside of campus.  the rooms all tucked away on the second floor with transom doors, humped metal beds, window seats and one desk with two cubicles facing each other.  those were the days.

and down in the great hall, was a huge fireplace.  went it was used, it was marvelous.  i don't think i will ever outgrow my penchant for wood burning fireplaces.