When we went back and forth to the old school at the top of the hill, both morning and night, I found an "efficient" way to get back down to our house. The stairs are divided into units of about a dozen steps with landings between. I would get up on the metal railing, sidesaddle, and slide down a flight of stairs. My momentum would impel me across the landing and on down the next flight of steps. So, from top to bottom, I would not touch my feet on anything solid till I got to the bottom. As you can see in the picture, there is quite a clift to worry about. (Who, ME worry?!) And of course at the end of the day, I would also be carrying an armful of books! Now, I wonder if, over the years, any other young folks did that same rather foolish thing??

Ron didn't mention to us if he ever figured out a magic way to get "up" those stairs every morning. Imagine them being covered with snow ...
Ron is the son of the Methodist Minister and lived there for several years.