Old Hinges and Irises

A few years ago when I volunteered up at the local school, there was a really sweet retired teacher that volunteered, too. 

Miss Lola Bell told me about an old school house that was near their property and that people were helping fix it up. 

Yesterday, Little Bit and I found that school house on our afternoon drive. I must say, they did a great job. It is quite charming. 

Standing on the sidewalk, I almost got a sense of what it would’ve been like carrying books and finding a seat inside. 

Can you just imagine desks jammed packed with eager students, math written up on the blackboard, and the teacher giving the lesson? 

We only stayed long enough to feel completely at home there, which only took about 30 seconds! 

Guess that’s just part of my old fashioned soul. I always seem to feel right where I belong, among old hinges and irises. 

40 thoughts on “Old Hinges and Irises

    • Jessica April 26, 2017 / 12:37 pm

      Thank you. Love the old buildings. Such a history in them.

    • Jessica April 26, 2017 / 11:59 am

      Hi. Thank you so much. Pretty sure I could’ve pitched a tent there it was so comfortable. Bet you really would love it there. A little brown dog even came to say hello.

  1. thejuicenut April 26, 2017 / 11:51 am

    What will it be used for now? I love irises too. We had them in our first garden when I was growing up and we have a few in the one here.

    • Jessica April 26, 2017 / 12:02 pm

      It’s a community building now. I’d guess it’s for the neighbors around there and/or supporters of the renovation. There’s something just so inviting about irises. I love that you had them in your garden growing up and that you have some now. I also love peonies. There’s such a history in old fashioned flowers. Thank you for your wonderful comments.

  2. robbiesinspiration April 26, 2017 / 12:57 pm

    This building has been renovated very nicely. The irises are a lovely colour. Our irises are either white or a dark blue.

    • Jessica April 26, 2017 / 6:09 pm

      They did a nice job. It’s the perfect white with a hint of old. White and dark blue irises sound very beautiful. Today I saw some yellow ones in the ditch on a gravel road near here.

  3. sandyjwhite April 26, 2017 / 1:10 pm

    There are a number of one room schoolhouses in rural areas of the state that have been
    repurposed into homes.
    We had irises that same color decades ago. They are so pretty.

    • Jessica April 26, 2017 / 6:11 pm

      Wow. That would be neat to live in a one room school house. I always thought it’d be wonderful to live in an old white church house as well. Love that you had irises that purple color. Seems like they are right at home there, next to the empty flag pole. If you lived closer, I’d take you there. The sense of peace is just comforting.

      • sandyjwhite April 26, 2017 / 6:29 pm

        It looks like a wonderful spot to enjoy a few moments of solitude.

        • Jessica April 26, 2017 / 9:55 pm

          A little brown dog came around the corner and I think I startled him. He seemed utterly happy to see someone. Very sweet.

  4. PaperPuff April 26, 2017 / 2:25 pm

    The sound of chalk on the board, a bit of a creak as an old textbook is opened, the smell of the floor polish…..I am with you!!

    • Jessica April 26, 2017 / 6:12 pm

      You’re so awesome, I feel like I just picked up a book and started Chapter One.

      • PaperPuff April 26, 2017 / 6:38 pm

        Not me, you started it!

        • Jessica April 26, 2017 / 9:52 pm

          I started it, but you made it novel. :)

    • Jessica April 26, 2017 / 6:12 pm

      I can even smell the floor polish. :)

  5. Diane April 26, 2017 / 4:23 pm

    Wow Jessi, this is incredible, mom

    Sent from my iPad

    • Jessica April 26, 2017 / 6:16 pm

      Hi Mom. Thank you sooooooo much. You got me all teary. Next time you come, we’ll skip all the painting and go for some drives. It’s beautiful around here. Thank you for your wonderful words. Made my day.

  6. Diane April 26, 2017 / 4:24 pm

    I love the sidewalk! Mom

    Sent from my iPad

    • Jessica April 26, 2017 / 6:17 pm

      That made me smile… Thank you, mom.

    • Jessica April 26, 2017 / 6:19 pm

      Wow. Love that. It has context on so many levels. Even relates to old souls. Thank you for your comment.

  7. rabbitpatchdiary.com April 26, 2017 / 9:20 pm

    maybe, my favorite so far-as always, the pics were lovely, but I just loved the writing too!

    • Jessica April 26, 2017 / 9:54 pm

      Hi sweetie. Wow. That makes my heart do that gushy overflowing thing. Thank you for the way your honesty falls onto the page. You are a gift.

      • rabbitpatchdiary.com April 29, 2017 / 6:07 am

        you must know by now that you are very dear to my heart. xx and you are so welcome. thank you.

        • Jessica April 29, 2017 / 9:09 am

          Yes ma’am, I feel like we’ve been friends our whole lives through ❤️

  8. peggyjoan42 April 27, 2017 / 8:25 am

    A lovely story. I think things from the past are so interesting. Life back then was so different; less complicated; face to face socializing; when people seemed to help and care for each other. Thinking about the stories our parents told us – should make us slow down and cherish family and friends more. Love old building and irises – so thanks for the memories it brought to my mind. :)

    • Jessica April 27, 2017 / 12:09 pm

      Ohhhhhh, I am so happy to hear this brought back memories for you. My mom always tells me I was born in the wrong generation– I was meant to live during my grandparents time, like you said, when things were less complicated and things were more face to face. I believe she’s right. The older generations suit me. Love what you said about the stories our parents told. Seems like sometimes it’s easy to just nod through the stories and just keep right on running, as this culture these days is just so fast paced. I am thankful for quiet moments with my family and drives with my boy that take us back to days gone by. Thank you for your lovely comments.

      • peggyjoan42 April 27, 2017 / 1:37 pm

        I have always liked my older friends – who were old enough to be my parents. I guess I was born in the wrong generation too.

        • Jessica April 27, 2017 / 7:00 pm

          No wonder we click!! 💜😊

  9. thechickengrandma April 27, 2017 / 9:14 pm

    Love the pictures! Looks like a place I would go to visit and want to stay…..I would want my Crayola colors thought….nothing like the smell of Crayolas when you open the box.

    • Jessica April 27, 2017 / 9:39 pm

      Ohhhhh yes, Crayola crayons!! And, a lunch box!! You would definitely like it. It would fit right into an Iowa field.

  10. restlessjo April 28, 2017 / 12:54 am

    It does look a place to feel easy with, Jess, and I’m besotted with irises. :) :)

  11. Dhaval April 28, 2017 / 5:48 am

    Such a beautiful building and the pictures you had putted here is so pretty.!!
    Thanks to share.

    • Jessica April 29, 2017 / 12:36 am

      Thank you very much. It is a nice place to see. :)

  12. Ann Coleman April 28, 2017 / 7:58 am

    I know what you mean about feeling comfortable around old things. I especially like that screen door! Reminds me of my childhood.

    • Jessica April 28, 2017 / 2:38 pm

      We sound like peas in a pod. I love that door, too. My grandparents had one with a J in the middle.

      • Ann Coleman April 28, 2017 / 8:33 pm

        I remember that! When it was fashionable to have your initial in your screen door!

        • Jessica April 28, 2017 / 10:18 pm

          That’s cool. Now I just wish a HAD a screen door. Ha.

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