Thursday Doors ~ July 23, 2015


Norm Framptons’s “Thurdays Doors” is Amazing.

It is an extraordinary weekly extravaganza event.

The door fever is Catching and Spreading like Wildfire!

Here you may find Norm Frampton’s blog AKA (Norm 2.0):

You may find Norm’s First Ever post with a beautiful set

of double doors, located on his post,

September 4, 2014.

It is an exotic set of golden peacock doors,

Found at the Palmer House in Chicago, Illinois.

They lead the visitor into the Lobby,

With an intricate design made of

Hand-wrought brass-colored gold

of Two Peacocks.

His inspiration for starting to post about Doors came

from a woman called, “That Montreal Girl.”

Norm has given me permission, possibly temporary,

so I will “go with it,” and post a Thursday’s edition of Doors.

Now I realize I mention music so often you may expect me

to be talking about The Doors.

Nope, switch gears entirely.

No music today.

~~ ** ~~      ~~ **~~      ~~ ** ~~

>>>>>>”Double Doors Open”<<<<<<

Just words to paint pictures

of a specific set of double doors.

Today, since Norm let me do this,

I am going to describe a double door.

It has some personal “history” attached .

Picture a long flat, one-story brick

School Building

from the 60’s.

The bricks are red,

there are tall trees on both sides

of a middle sidewalk,

leading to the two brown metal doors.

They have those handles on the inside,

where kids can just “pump” or push bar down

to Open and Flee.

There are bushes trimmed into tight balls

evenly spaced along the front of the building.

Picture long windows that open out,

like glass shelves.

Even though this is a story about a door,

it is also about two generations

elementary school children

in one nuclear family,

attending and walking home

five days a week

from this building.

As in all elementary schools

these days,

if you are late you must “buzz”

or “ring” the front door.

The ability to get inside is slowed down

since our world has changed since 1986.

When a first grader attended this school.

On the inside and outside of said school,

there are large decals or red circles with a

slash line through a hand gun.

No hand guns allowed.

People must be allowed in,

once school day begins.

A precautionary process

which is very important

for children’s safety.

One must produce a valid

Driver’s License.

Secretary find’s student’s file,

now produced to check and verify

“Release Form”

permission to enter,

signing in finally to visit a classroom.

The usual process is to remain in office

until someone is available to escort you to the


I am very happy my children and grandsons

Attending this school.

My second grandson is

going into first grade.

He was lucky enough to see his older brother

from time to time at assemblies,

extended recesses or school wide

Olympics or “Field Events”

out in the grass behind the school.

Here are details of the two doors

which bring tears to my eyes.

It was the best place

for oldest daughter, middle son and “baby” girl.

Son and youngest daughter attended Kindergarten

through Fifth Grade.

Memories of each child and all they accomplished and who

they became friends with and teachers lessons wash over me.

It seems like yesterday when I brought my oldest daughter to

this set of double doors. She was very reluctant, not sure at all

of being “new girl” when she had only finished Kindergarten in

Lancaster and was uprooted with siblings to live in unknown town.

We think the doors were painted grey in those days, but this is all

somewhat speculation. She had two boys in this school now.

Her brother’s children attend another of five schools in Delaware, Ohio.


Grandson approaches the door from the inside

with his Fourth Grade Class.

Neatly lined up behind the door,

Single File.

Principal and Guidance Counselor

standing inside of each door.

While waiting outside, you hear parents

exclaiming this is their last child to

pass through these doors,

heading to Willis Middle School.

There are others who say it is their

middle or first child

who is walking through the doors

In just a moment.

There is an air of expectancy.

There is a tear running down my cheek.

Last year my son’s stepdaughter “graduated”

4th grade held a ceremony,

the kids wore “caps” and

Each ate piece of first Graduation Cake.

They had had a mayor visit.

The elementary school on other side of town is sedate,

not as likely to pursue grandiose gestures.

We are smiling as we make lines

across the double wide sidewalk.

My eyes are still misty typing this.

We are simply going to

“Clap the Fourth Graders Out.”

The doors are opened,

children were told to

“Walk slowly”

“Don’t rush out”

Those with cameras or

cell phones capture this moment.

I am here to “Clap!’

I am here to Celebrate.

The doors swing closed.

I hang back.

Skyler’s Daddy and Mommy

brother Micah hugging Skyler.

Daddy filmed the “clap out.”

I am content to get hugs later,

Tell him congratulations,

after a minute.

Studying the door,

There is red brick on

each side

of the door.

There is a small awning which covers the double doors.

The small cement porch may fit about ten little kids under the roof.

The porch may fit 4-5 adults waiting to be buzzed into the school

and on to the office to go through security procedures.

This door is nearly the “Best Door” I may ever gaze at.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Conclusion~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You see, I chose this town knowing nobody, came here and made a life.

Found friends everywhere, churches, historical society, Master Gardeners,

(not a member but a viewer annually of their gardens), American Association

of University Women and Lion’s Club (the women’s version.)

I became a member of several church committees, organized an ecumenical

Peace Camp and designed the t-shirt, was past president of  one organization,

drew historical homes for 8 home tours, all the churches and the Arts Castle.

We made a life here.

Two of three children “settled” here.

It began just two blocks away from these doors.

David Smith Elementary School, where we registered Carrie in 1986.

I substituted behind this set of double doors and knew the Principal for

all 3 of my kids. I know the Guidance Counselor, too.

Not too bad as single mom of 3 kids: 6 months old, 4 and 6.


. . . In Your Life . . .

Which door would you say meant the most?

What was your elementary school like?

What is your life changing door?

Your Present Home?

Your Family Home?

Friend’s House?



I hope to encourage Thursday Door posts,

Find an interesting door, no need to write much

unless you are interested in telling details or history

then mention Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors.

Go to his blog, add your link to comments section.

Thanks for letting me break the rules, Norm.

If you have not visited many doors posts,

you can look up on Norm’s blog

and you will see links to posts

every Thursday.


27 responses »

  1. I started school in the same building as my father. I even had the same woman for second grade. I took my daughter back to visit, but the building was long gone, replaced by a park. Still, I do remember the doors. Thanks for joining us.

    • I think it is so cool you went to the same Scholls your fsther, Dan. I bet this led to at least a few good conversations! This makes me sad you went back and the building was gone. I am glad you still remember the doors. Thanks for being here using your mind to picture your past school door and the one my 3 kids plus 2 grandsons enter and exit. 🙂

  2. The last little bit of your post looks like a heart. I was right there the whole time you were describing your elementary school. How wonderful to have generations attending the same school. I wanted that for my kids but life takes us different places now and then. However, they all attended the same K-6 school and I spent many years as a volunteer there. As far as doors…

    Since I have been on a ‘self-discovery’ tour I have found the door to my mind the most wonderful. I have a bunch of negative held behind those doors, but I’m letting them out to be replaced with positive thoughts. Opening the doors to my mind has been the most gratifying experience and has been life changing.

    • April, my children came to this school and then grandkids, too. I just “met” someone (who blogs) whose nieces and nephews go to my old elementary where I was in kindergarten through third grade. I feel this makes it a small world of blogging 🙂
      I moved 3 times growing up so I was hoping to establish a place of my own kids would stay in.
      I feel your inner journey and mentioning the door to your mind is a wonderful addition to this post, April. I am so happy you are letting the negative thoughts out while replacing them with positives. Your using the words, gratifying and life changing make it sound like an amazing adventure.
      People may not wish to talk about schools but may enjoy sharing the way doors open in their mind. There are several in my mind full of cobwebs like Algebra Trigonometry. 🙂 Ha ha!

      • I ended up in different elementary schools because they closed the one I went to through 4th grade (I LOVED THAT SCHOOL). Then the school district transitioned to the middle school model and my class was stuck in the middle of all of it. Then my family moved in the middle of my 6th grade year and again the summer between my junior and senior year of high school. I wanted to give my kids the stability of going through school with all the friends they grew up with, but I’m glad we moved to Georgia. It gave them an opportunity to grow beyond that little town we came from and meet others from a different ‘culture’. Anyway, writing about your elementary school reminded me of my first one. There was a laundry next to it—the old kind with huge washers and dryers, not the dry cleaner kind–I will never forget the smell of laundry being done while playing on the playground. It’s also the place where we were told that some day we would be able to see each other over the phone. I remember laughing in my head when the phone guy told us that.

      • This comment is over a week old but I wanted you to know I enjoyed it very much. I feel better informed of the locations or reasons you moved a few times. I felt like I wanted stability for my kids due to divorce. It was the ‘least’ I could do to a five, three and 6 month old! You didn’t have to worry about this situation, also you provided a great new location of Georgia to move to! 🙂 I like your mentioning other cultures since I felt this would be helpful when we moved to a ‘university’ town. The culture of plays and orchestra presentations and then, students from all over the world in the shops downtown.
        I think it is amazing to remember a laundry by the school and the scent from people washing their clothes while you were playing hopefully is nostalgic and a good memory. I liked that you learned that we would be looking at each other on our phones. This brilliant phone man didn’t know how obsessed we would be with “selfies,” though!

  3. Doors are so symbolic yet, I guess not many think about them until it’s brought up in a story or blog, as you have today. I suppose the doors to my high school may be pretty symbolic since both myself, my sister, mother father and uncle all attended. I haven’t been back there in a while, but I hear they also have gun regulations and metal detectors at the door, which is sad. Since we have moved away, my children will not go there and my son even homeschools now so these ‘school doors’ will not be a part of his life. Although he loves homeschooling, this is one of the small setbacks of not going to a brick and mortar school.

    • Marissa, I like the two directions you went in revealing some important doors in your family’s life. I bet it was cool to attend the same school as the other generation of your family. There may have been some interesting stories from your dad or uncle. . .
      I think AL sorts of does apply to your sons life, Marissa. There are no closed doors and no locked doors in your sons world. Nor concern about tornado warnings, fire drills or bomb threats. Great life! I used to use my El Ed license to watch testing for 4th and 9th grade proficiency exams for home scooled children. I met some outstanding students with excellent curriculum that passed the tests leading to their college years.
      I felt happy their parents met with other home schooling parents and the kids were active in sports, art and like yours, music. I noticed he is attending the school of rock. How great that he has parents and other kids to celebrate and encourage his musical talent. 🙂 The door to everywhere is his and is already wide open. ☆☆☆☆

    • You will enjoy Norm’s decadent and delightful (gorgeous) hotel door, Jenny. The brassy gold peacocks really enticed me to want to include this place on my “bucket list.”
      I also love revolving doors, especially when comedies have someone entering and someone leaving. Then the story makes those “near misses” signify something special. This could be a significant plot device, too, Jenny. 🙂
      Thanks for putting some good thoughts here to ponder, Jenny the mysterious one causes my mind to fly away into an imaginary place where “intrigue” (for you) and “romance” (for me) run wildly “amok.”

  4. Interesting. Doors can be so mystic, I never realized until I read this post. The door which opens to nature means a lot to me. It can be my garden door, lobby door or a door to woods. I would love opening it any time.

    • This was a very peaceful and beautiful direction to take our doors we open, Rashmi. Into the natural world of wonder is a perfect idea. I think doors outside to gardens, fountains or woods would be so lovely. You always bring me good thoughts and this was a serene suggestion.♡♡

    • I like that you added the first bit of wisdom and humor mixed into one comment, Anneli. I think when they made your mind, they broke the mold, dear friend! Let’s hope the Captain or some other handy fellow comes along soon and figures out why the screen door part of your sliding door set keeps falling out! How annoying! ARRGGH!

    • Thank you for this lovely comment. I missed seeing a few recent post comments. I used to go to the library and now use my cell phone. Someday I will explain but meanwhile, sorry to have not responded back in a timely manner. Smiles, Robin

  5. What a lovely post!
    I kept waiting for the door photo to appear, lol!
    I don’t really have memorable door situations. I will say, it’s interesting and strange and comforting that our children will be 3rd generation graduates of our high school. Sassy goes to middle school where I went, and the gyms, cafeteria, bookstore, and music rooms are virtually unchanged since I was there. The classrooms are all newly done, maybe in the last ten years.
    I suppose the doors I think about are ones long gone, and I’m reminiscing, mostly the smells when you open the door. Fireplace smell at the lake, the smell of Downy that drifted to the door from the dryer vent at The Big Blue House, the wet, fetid smell of my dorm’s lobby. But the doors themselves, meh.
    Doors in my mind are probably more well used, and subsequently too hard to describe.

    • I love your story of the 3rd generation aspect to your children’s lives converging with many others! This may have brought interesting stories throughout the years, Joey. Still ongoing with youngest, Moo, being able to hear them all coming up the ranks.
      I got permission to use words rather than pictures since there are many professionals I admire and enjoy seeing their photos/blogs, which are almost like Art. (Ansel Adams is my favorite black and white photographer who used to create art with his camera, Joey.) I prefer to leave the pictures to experts and stick with words. Sometimes they “come out fairly well and develop in some people’s minds. 🙂

    • Thanks, Jill! You are so right about photographs or even first hand experiences with architectural devices like doors and windows. They are great writing prompts, in fact I could not help imagining ornate cornices, packed attics or intricate gingerbread details. . .
      “When a door closes a window may open.” I agree doors have more intriguing potential, Jill.

  6. I have seen many fascinating doors from the gilded entry to the Basilica of the Holy Cross in Florence, Italy, to the Royal Cathedral in Granada, Spain, to the imposing doors to St. Peter’s Basilica at The Vatican. However, in keeping with your ‘school theme,’ I will share my childhood experience of the old Field House south of Seattle.

    The front half of the building was a basketball court and a stage opened up overlooking it. In the back was the remains of a kitchen, restrooms, and the space where I attended kindergarten. A new elementary school was built behind the field house, and a year later, a new kindergarten space was built next to the school so that the field house could be used for gym activities.

    Our fifth/sixth grade classes sang for our Christmas concerts in the field house. I took square dancing classes there when I was 12 y.o. I joined the school orchestra that year when I took up the clarinet, and we practiced in the field house.

    Forty-five years later, we gathered about 80 of us students for an appreciation dinner to honor our 5th grade teacher, Miss Watson, who was then in her eighties. The plain painted doors on that old field house swung open for us innumerable times. A modern version of the field house now stands in its place. – Mike

    • Mike, this is a great post comment and I am amazed by all the world’s doors you have passed through. I got tears in my eyes about the old field house and all the memories it held for you, Mike. I cannot imagine going from kindergarten through the time when you honored Miss Watson for her lifetime achievement of teaching all those years, I remember my fourth grade teacher, so imagine this was a great group of 80 students gathered to celebrate. I laugh at the image of your Christmas concerts and dancing classes. I also am excited about the days you were in orchestra, since I loved those years of music and camaraderie, Mike.
      If the wall of the Field House could talk, I can imagine they would sing the praises of all the kids passing through, the ghosts of those who have also passed on, Mike.
      Thanks so much for this beautiful post, which really could be an essay on your own blog. 🙂

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