Letter to the Editor: Bowen Memories

From Barbara A. Clayton      

                                                                                                                             

A few months ago, I drove through town past the old Bowen School as I have many, many times in my life. The news that it would be torn down clouded my thoughts. There were workers outside and the doors in the front were open. On a chance that I might get to peek inside one more time before its destruction, I pulled carefully into the old gravel parking area in front of the school. Making my way towards the door, I asked a man who was working there if it would be okay for me to go inside. When I told him how I once taught there, he smiled and waved me in. 

The heat of the noon hour left behind, I entered into the cool remains of this fine old building. Old memories washed over me causing a big lump to form in my throat.  If my memory was correct, the room to my left belonged to Mr. Bowen himself once upon a time.