Editor, Commonwealth:
When I look at Davis Elementary School, old, sweet memories come to me.
I passed through those doors as many have after me. I can’t recall the teachers’ names. I remember the wood floors, shined bright like mirrors, the new school books and the clock on the wall.
We would start the morning with the Pledge of Allegiance, and we’d sing “America the Beautiful.”
I remember that old granite stone water fountain so well. The cold, clear water tasted so good. I stood in line to quench my thirst.
The years have since rushed by. At 73, I look and stare at that granite stone water fountain and question why the water doesn’t flow from it anymore. Is it bone-dry? Is it too expensive to fix? In this modern day and time, it would be something if I could take a drink of water now.
I remember the beautiful towers so well, just like it was yesterday. In 1980, I stood in the crowd and saw the towers come down. It was a very sad day for many. I was a young man of 31 years back then.
I pass by this school and say, “Hello, remember me?” And that old granite water fountain hasn’t aged at all.
I wonder how many children drank from the granite stone fountain besides me. When did the flow of water stop?
Kenneth Carithers
Greenwood
