In a small, blink and you miss it, town of Mosheim, sits the ruins of the old Mosheim school. This Alamo-esk structure stands vacant and in ruins. After seeing many photos of the old school online and a trip down google street view I knew this was a priority visit. Unfortunately, the top of the build was blown off along with it's roof in a recent storm. Another reason why I travel far and off the beaten path for these structures. You never know when they will no longer be around to entertain us, or creep us out. Not much is known about the Mosheim school. But most people believe it was not the first school built in Mosheim, and it was probably built around the 1920's. The architecture is excellent. What is left anyway.
I don't know what it is about old abandoned schools that interest me. I can imagine the generations of children walking and riding to school and as i walk through the halls, the energy of a school day. These old buildings always had character and I always hope to find a clue to the past in the form of old school work, books, or left over lessons. The old Mosheim school has been vacant for years, so long that any hint of it's past has been covered up by dust, debris and graffiti. That brings up another reason why I love these out of the way places, less chance of dumb graffiti. I mean, that's some dedication to drive way out into the middle of nowhere to spray paint a pentagram.
The Mosheim school was a stop on a trip of many stops, and it was going to be the last stop. Unfortunately the last stop also meant in this case a night stop. Not by choice but by circumstance. Driving down pitch black roads, this place is not on a gps. I wrote down notes as to where to turn and what other structures to look for to know when I would come upon the building. Of coarse that is all useless when you are driving in complete darkness. But by sheer luck and some determination I came across the school. And like everything else leading up to this moment, it was in complete pitch darkness. I did not have the proper equipment to capture something in such night. But I was here, and I wasn't going to turn back. With a farmers dog barking his head off at the sight of us, I set up my tripod and captured what I could. With no proper equipment, such as decent flashlight, the idea of roaming around the inside was not an option. I was a bit disappointed but I captured what i could. I love that you can still see the wall color in the different rooms. Braving the darkness and feeling creeped out by the complete silence of the country, we packed up and went on our way home. I hope to visit this place again, if it's still around. The days are numbered for this old school.