Joel and I drive through Grass Valley to get home... usually we just sail through after all there really is not a place to eat and there is not a bathroom there, but as we went through this time we noticed this old church that has seem better days and I just had to stop and take it's piture.. I fell in love with it.. I wonder who went to church there, is there anyone in Grass Valley that has memories of little girls and in pig tail or boys with frogs in their pocket that used to sit tall and straight in the pew.. I have always has a love for old empty churches and schools and always wondered what memoires were made there,
The old school was right behind the church ad I wondered if it was 1-12 grades a big old building that was painted brick. Why did they pain that beautiful red brick I do not know.. I loved the entrance and could just sit and imagine the beautiful glass that used to adorn the doors .. I love the doors of building.. Can you not just see children lining up outside to go to class as the bell rings. For that is how it happened.. You lined up and went into the school almost marching , with reverence and respect..
So as we turned the corner of that nostalgic place there lined row after row were old tractors, and then not far down the road row after row of old trucks.. Wow it was just pretty cool to see them all lined up there. We figured our dad would of loved it, not a museum .. Just someone private field and ther they sat.. They too probably could tell many tells of life.. So cool sometimes just to walk back into the past .. We would of stayed longer looking but the locals were looking at us and I am not to sure that it was in a friendly way.. wondering what in the heck we were doing.. driving up and down the roads of there little town...
