These photos were taken on the grounds of the re enactment I attended a couple of weeks ago. The original schoolhouse pictured here is still used by students at the university. I would love to take a class in one of these old schoolhouses.

I had this feeling that all of the concepts, discussions and the idealistic hopes of the students even a century ago were still echoing in this room as I sat there listening by candlelight about how education has evolved or some would think ....devolved over the past century. No audio visual enhancements, no computers just a slate and precious few books handed down from one generation to the next.

This was quite a different environment than the one room schoolhouse I posted last month near the Little Greenbriar stream in the Smokies. Education at this institution must have been far from the minds of the settlers making do with hand cut logs to sit on. This classroom didn't just teach readin', wrtin' and rithmetic...European philosophy, British Poetry and Political Science were the topics discussed within these walls.

The black and white image for me conveys the ghosts of schoolmasters who frequented these rooms in the past. Their spirit...if not their presence is still here with us.