It's funny how some seemingly insignificant things can connect you to the past. The first photo is my Mother sitting at the table at our old house at Oak Hill School feeding me as a baby. I still have the little silver cup, porringer, and spoon she's using to feed me with. But look closely at the screwdriver on the door behind my Mother. That door led from the kitchen down to the basement in the old house. That old screwdriver stayed in that door hasp all the time we lived in that house while it sat between the buildings at the school. I still have that screwdriver (second photo), and keep it in a safe place. It's funny how something as insignificant as an old screwdriver, used for so many years so long ago, is such a fresh memory to me. I remember like it was yesterday when I finally got big enough to take that screwdriver out all by myself and go down in the basement. What a strange memory, but still a memory that takes me back to a wonderful time in my life. How that old screwdriver survived all these years, I'll never know. When our house was moved from between the school buildings in 1965, we got a new, finished basement (the old one was just a dirt basement). The "new" basement had a new door that didn't require the old screwdriver to keep it secure. So my memory of that old screwdriver stuck in that door hasp goes back at least 50 years. To everyone else, it's just an old screwdriver. But to me it's another small connection to the past. What about you? Is there some seemingly insignificant thing like my old screwdriver that makes that special connection to the past? Here’s just a little background information to explain about my growing up. My Dad began teaching at Oak Hill School in 1948, and was the Principal of the school from 1952 till 1979. From 1952 until my parents moved into their own house in 1971, we lived in the “Principal’s House” located on the school grounds. That house sat right between the High School and Elementary School buildings, with the school Gymnasium right behind. In 1965, the county decided to move the house from between the buildings to a location (still on the school property) down the hill from the campus. That in itself is an interesting story for another time.