Kenyon High School, photo: LakesnWoods.com
They have begun tearing down my old high school in Kenyon, Minnesota, pictured above. Nobody needed a building that size in the town, and it was full of asbestos, I understand.
I’m less sad about this than I was when I first heard the idea broached. As I think back, I realize that I don’t actually have a lot of good memories of the place. Although it’s sad that future tour guides will not be able to show pilgrims on Lars Walker heritage tours the place where the author studied and skipped the prom.
I wonder if there’s a cosmic maximum number of alma maters I’m allowed to have. I cheated by going to three different colleges, so now that I’ve signed up for graduate school one of the previous ones has to go.
My how fashions change. A hundred years ago, virtually every school district in the country was racing to build a three story red brick schoolhouse. Now they are about as popular as a cravat or detachable collar.
Is the population of Kenyon, Minnesota dropping?
Actually it’s been quite stable since my day. But the population of children has dropped radically. The school is now consolidated with another town.
What do you know … something we got in common. I went to three different colleges also. Just to get my undergrad degree. Four if you count getting my Masters.