Time is passing, and those who have been anxious to see progress taking shape at the old grade school are continuously disappointed. Nothing seems to be getting done. The saddest part is the overgrown and neglected playground where Roundup children had so many memories. This once cheerful spot holds the shadow of loneliness, an empty nest if you will, of the children who once colored it. The swings now empty, the place where basketball and tag were played, now growing patches of weeds through the pavement.