I went to Grand View as a child myself. In fact, the Library was my Grade 4 classroom! I have many memories sliding down that big hill in the winter. My brother, Bill, and I would spend a couple of hours rubbing the paste floor wax on the bottom of our wooden toboggans. When that was dry enough, we'd get my mom's electric floor polisher and make that wood gleam bright and it would be so smooth, too! Soon, we'd be trying to go from the top of the hill and race down to see who'd get closest to the road. Sometimes, we actually made it there.
But this year, that hill has become the new site for the new Grand View School. I have mixed feelings about that really. I love the old building and the history that it holds. It just seems so majestic sitting up at the top of the big tobogganing hill. However, working in the building isn't as grand as my memories. It's hot almost all the time upstairs where I work. And if it isn't hot, it's cold. It is difficult too carrying bins of books up and down those stairs. Yesterday, a Book Fair was delivered. That took three men several trips carrying up boxes of books to the Library so a display could be set up.