Education at the Angle

This is the one-room school house at the Angle. It's Kindergarten through eighth grade. It's at the other end of the our little community here. Rick went here as a kid, off and on. Since his mom worked in town, he spent half his time at that school. ("Town" is Warroad, about an hour and half from here. This is where we do any grocery shopping, banking etc. Pat still works in Warroad at the school library.) He would ride his 3-wheeler to school each day with his dog, Pinky, running along beside. About half way, Pinky would get tired and ride on the 3-wheeler with him. I might mention this dog Pinky is the be-all-end-all best ever dog to roam the earth, hands down, don't even get me started, according to my husband. I think I know more Pinky stories than young Rick stories.......but I digress. Rick would call his parents on a radio, at a resort next to the school, to say he was on his way home. He also hunted birds on his way home from school--yes, he took his gun to school.
His teacher's name was Debbie Dick. Apparently Mrs. Dick got married but still kept her name. I'm sorry to all the Dicks out there, but this entertains me. What can I say, I live in the woods. Rick says they played a game outside, can't remember or begin to spell the name, that half the kids stood on one side of the building and half on the other side. They threw a ball over the roof and blah blah blah something about tagging each other out. Anyway, the point being that the school was small enough to do that.
Tyson will attend this school when he is old enough. We are debating on how many years. Though we want him to have the same experiences as his dad did, we know that kids are cruel and coming to a big public school from such a small place too late in age could be horrible.

When Rick and I started dating, our first official date was at a restaurant in Wenatchee called Leonardo's. He told me the stories of this little school house and the great times he had there. I have to say, this was the moment I knew I loved him. I can't explain it, but he seemed so sincere about his childhood and what it meant to him. I pray that our children will see this place as Rick did and appreciate what we have here.

P.S. Heather---this school waits for you to come be it's teacher! It's calling your name. Can you hear it?