The Ghost of Waterman Street School

This past Wednesday, we delivered 3 boxes of canned food to a Can-a-thon at the Salvation Army, which on top of the hill, where Waterman Street School was. Each box of cans were very heavy. It took a strained effort to pick up one of the sacks and walk with it. We drove to Waterman Street. It is always a pleasure to see old things still there that were used in my youth. This time it were the stone wall by the sidewalk, and the cement steps, and hand railing leading up to giant brick school that is no longer there. We followed the arrows to the last driveway. A team of 3 women were waiting to help, give defections, or whatever. Th explained to us it might be awhile. A big 18 wheeler truck from a well known grocery store just pulled in loaded, and it had to be unloaded before they could get to us. They suggested they could take our boxed and carry them up the hill when the truck was emptied. Time is valuable, so we agreed. We gave them the boxed and we turned around. As we were turning around I noticed one of the ladies we talked to was carrying one of our boxes up the hill with ease, like it was empty “What th….?” I remember we were turning around about at the level of where one of the playgrounds used to be. The other playground was just a big ball field. This one had swings and slides. But not now.