Posted: December 2, 2016 in Things I Love


I love Paint Valley. I always will. I attended school there from 1961 to 1974, 1st Grade to senior year. I also taught there from 1991 to the present.

Paint Valley is in my blood.

I love the school district, I love the towns, and I love the people. But most of all, I love the kids.

And it pains me to see them hurting.

You see, Paint Valley is a family. A real family. Maybe it’s because we’re such a small school, I don’t know, but it’s a special bond we all feel.

In victory, we’re a family.

In defeat, we’re a family.

And in death, we’re a family.

Especially in death.

We’ve had more than our share of loss over the past few years. Way too many have passed, and they passed way too young. We’ve lost beautiful, vibrant lives, kids who touched us with the sheer force of their amazing, unique, loving personalities.

And man, has it been hard on us.

But as we honor and never forget those we’ve lost, we also move on. We grow stronger in honor of their memory.

And we always, always stick together as the small, close-knit school, community and family that we are. We heal together.

We’ve been knocked to one knee before, but we always get up.

Because we are Paint Valley.

  1. Beverly J Gray says:

    Dave, so proud of you.

Gimme a holler.

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