My primary school principal lived in the house that belonged to the school, and was yards away from ours. He was a close neighbour as well as our teacher.
I started school when I was coming 5, and one day there was crazy snow. My dad carried me to school but there was only me and the principal's daughter because no-one else could make it. The principal carried me home. That just wouldn't happen now, but it was all totally above board.
I used to, as a child, love the company of elderly people. They had such tales to tell (how I wish now I'd written it down!). I used to visit them as a child to listen to their stories. There was one family in particular, 2 brothers, 2 sisters. One brother had been married but the siblings had hated his wife until she died, and he moved back home. The other three siblings never married. The oldest sister lived to be almost 100.
They lived in a tiny house with 2 bedrooms (one of them in their living room) and the 'girls' and the 'boys' had their own space. The house had a tin roof, and the floor was clay. They had no electricity. Their only modern convenience was a phone, which they used to keep in touch with various priests mostly. They had a cow they'd milked for years lol, and served tea so strong you could stand on it, plus the milk!
The younger sister used to get a lift to Mass every Sunday and rode her bike to ours and left it under shelter and was picked up from there. She did this in her 70s and possibly 80s and the lane up to their house was the steepest I have ever seen.
One time our whole family was stricken by a horrible flu. The younger sister then in her 70s arrived into our house like a guardian angel, and took over, with no fear of catching our lurgy!
I used to spend hours with them because I was fascinated by their stories. My parents knew where I was. Nowadays, our friendship would be considered inappropriate.
RIP Mary, Hugh, Rosetta and John. You added so much to my teen life.