I was wandering around, looking into the historic buildings that have been moved from all over North Texas into Old City Park, now Dallas Heritage Village. Some kid walked into the Renner School House at the same time I did.
“Can you imagine going to school in a room like this?” I asked.
“I’ve been here before, I think. I think it was a field trip,” he answered.
“Look at how each chair holds the desk for the person behind them. Oh, do you know what the little holes are for?”
“For the inks!” he said.
“It’s a shame we can’t go upstairs or play in the playground,” the kid said. “Do you know what all these cans hanging on the wall are for?”
I said, “Those are what the kids brought their lunch to school in. See, they are little metal buckets. They called them lunch pails.”
I kept running into the kid as I walked around the place and he would leave his family, walk up to me and point out something. In the historic barnyard he was looking around, trying to find the rooster that was crowing.
“I think it’s a recording,” I said. “They are playing that sound over and over.”
“It sure sounds real,” he said.