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The Magic of the Schoolhouse
It was cold and drizzling on Christmas Day 2005 when I saw
the 9 Mile Schoolhouse for the first time in seven years. It sat there in front of me, huddled against
the rain. Beneath dreary skies and peeling paint, I felt its magic, still
present after all these years.
I was a child again, shopping at the Christmas Market; wood
chips crunching underfoot as I examined every detail of the painted ornament in
my hand. Choosing one and then another, checking
my pockets to see if I had enough money to buy both. Cold fingertips warmed by the wood stove; the
scent of freshly cut pine and cedar mingling with woodsmoke.
The 9 Mile Schoolhouse was a magical part of my childhood. We’d like to recapture that magic for you and
your children.
- Kurt Cyr
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