For me, it was a huge treat to enter the walls to which I stood long, long ago, with Suzette at my side; though now it was voluntary this time, unlike it was back then. Back then, we marched off to class, in 1975; today it was a Craft Fair in the gymnasium that gained us access. Yes, this is where we first met, in this very room, albeit under different circumstances, we never lost the thought who each other was, but we can say it was awesome to stand in that same spot forty-five years later. To walk these hallways, see the classrooms, it brought back a flood of memories, least to say, “Is this place ever small now.”
The photo is courtesy of Suzette, who shot the image with her cell phone’s camera.
As I said before, this is the very spot where we both met, as children, in grade five. We were sent to the same set of desks because we were talking too much with our peers in the classroom, disrupting our classmates and the teacher. It was that moment when we “actually” met face to face, and spoke to each other. Although we share our lives today, back then this life was the furthest thought from our future expectations of life as grade fiver’s. Fate is a funny thing. Back then, boys and girls were like oil and water, mixing was rare. Perhaps after, the oil and water turned into air and earth, and all that could change, could. So too did the class of ’74 in this very small room.
Thornhill was a lot different back then compared to now. There were more kids who lived here in the ’70s, than there are today. Today, there are rumours that the school might be scheduled for demolition soon, as the population of both adults and children diminishes. Employment has changed too; gone are the days of harvesting trees, when a person could make more money than a Banker could in one year. Now the community bases its lifeblood on tourism, with some industries of raw materials in the mining sector. With the shift in demographics, and economics, the community still functions, but far from the pre OPEC Oil crisis of ’73 and ’97 era that caused the rescission of the ’80s, and the Bank of Canada’s Prime Rate, peaking out at a whopping 22.75 percent in ’81. Today, it is the lure of cheap land, and a slow rebound of industry that draws people back.
Nevertheless, as me and Suzette stood there looking through the glass window of the classroom door, I saw a moment of wonder, as time and space came colliding together as one. It was so long ago when we greeted each other in this room. Also hard to believe we were this small once.