We are members of the Last-Ones-Standing Club, those of us working at a small all-girls boarding school when it closed two years ago. The school had been in existence since 1928, and when the decision was made to close it, teachers had to find new jobs, and students had to enroll in new schools. All of our lives changed, and some of us (I speak for myself here) still grieve that a place that literally changed students’ lives is now gone. Teaching there was an amazingly rewarding experience.
We still get together from time to time, as many as can come on any given day, and we will continue to gather as often as we can. We loved our students and respect and love each other. We are companions, old friends, former colleagues. At this gathering we were joined by our beloved headmaster (yes, a girls’ school had a male headmaster) who had retired sometime prior to the school’s closing.