Actually, I borrowed that picture from the former Kathleen Eckels. She and her husband, the late Carl Crabb, both grew up in that area, fairly close to each other. Kathleen was kind enough to let me send a copy of it to the site. Actually, the Clay Hill School building is still there, although it's full of hay and whatnot now. If a person goes south of Aurora on highway 39 about 4-5 miles, you would come to the Madry store. Wait a minute----back up just a smidge to where the OLD Madry store used to be. It'll be on the right, or west side of the road. The old store is falling down, and there is a house behind it. Those folks' driveway continues into a field, and if you follow it, first you would pass the Williams Cemetery on the right side, and then looming in front of you is a huge old school building across a woody area. Even the road that went to the school from north/south is gone now as well. I'd like to get in there and poke around a bit. jay trace --- Donna Cooper <saarisr@sbcglobal.net> wrote: > List Readers: Our Featured photo this week is of > Clay Hill School, 1939, and > it was sent to us by Jay Trace. > > He found the photo floating around out there > somewhere. It seems that he > said that he borrowed it and found someone to scan > it. Since It is an > interesting story, maybe Jay will tell us more about > the photo and how he > came by it. > > http://www.rootsweb.com/~mobarry/oddsnends/bryfams.htm > > Are you out there, Jay? > > Donna Cooper > > > Please tell us about your Barry County ancestors. > The list-admin is Donna Cooper, address - > (saarisr@sbcglobal.net) > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email > to MOBARRY-request@rootsweb.com with the word > 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and > the body of the message > ____________________________________________________________________________________ Looking for last minute shopping deals? Find them fast with Yahoo! Search. http://tools.search.yahoo.com/newsearch/category.php?category=shopping