Hunt Co., TX - Our Town This Week, May 19, 1967 ***************************************************** This file was contributed for use in the USGenWeb by: Sarah Swindell USGenWeb Archives. Copyright. All rights reserved http://www.usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm ***************************************************** From "Our Town This Week By Mrs. Lois Lacy Lewis A lot of memories went up in smoke last Friday evening when the old school building at White Rock burned to the ground in a matter of a few minutes. Nothing is left, but the tall old flues and carried the smoke from tons of coal--and the wood, too. It is supposed that the building, large and two floors and unused except for the community center meetings, club, and homecoming meetings, caught from debris on the electric wires in the attic, for the fire was discovered burning in the top. Charles Stone, living near the school and churches, reported the fire to Greenville and Celeste. Both units responded and the news reported that the departments prevented further damage by putting out grass fires that threatened churches and homes. It has been learned that the school building was built a few years later than 1907. That was the year that the cyclone tore through the country and demolished the Methodist Church. By 1916, "Miss Annie" Holloway says the addition of the long room in the back of the building was added for she began her teaching there that year. My remembrances dates from 1918. The year that the war closed and all bedlam broke out in White Rock School about 3:00 PM when word of the Armistice came to us. The school bell, rang on the framework outside, was rung for hours; the year that it rained all winter and mud was terrible; the year that the stove door in the fifth and sixth grade room was off the hinges and had to be propped on; the year that the boys would rather go to the back school yard and chop trees into firewood than to stay in class; the year that many nice friendships were made that have lasted all these years. The fire make a vacant place in the community and in the heart of friends of earlier years...and some of the smoke must have settled in our eyes. (May 19, 1967, The Celeste Courier)