On Saturday afternoon I returned to the town where I graduated from high school in 1957. Understandably it was a smaller group of classmates that met to reminisce and eat a steak dinner.
One of the things that happened which I was dreading was women coming up to me with their hand over their name tag and high school year book picture and asking if I knew who they were.
That was rather puzzling, and as I had been out of the area all my life since 1957 with marriage and work, how was I supposed to know who these white haired ladies were?
One recounted an episode of my early life that I distinctly failed to remember, so had no clue.
The other one had not changed her hair style in 70 years so that was no problem.
For the rest, I had a chance to talk to people that I had a minimum of contact with while in school, and learned a few new tidbits about friends and teachers. Speaking of teachers, we had the Home Economics teacher there and one coach both over 90 years old.
They remembered their time with pleasure, and had spent at least thirty years teaching at the high school.
I have nothing but admiration for them, but could never handle the repetitiveness of a job like that.
The big surprise of the evening was my son, who was my chauffer and dinner partner. He was a quiet child, and not a hard charging sports enthusiast while a teen, but an introverted computer whiz.
At the dinner he was an animated speaker and told family stories to one of my old friends, and kept up a conversation with the couple who were strangers seated across the table.
Besides that we had three hours of driving time to visit and discuss plans for the future.
I was pleased to find that there were at least 9 survivors from my elementary school who were either there or mentioned by the master of ceremonies. The high school graduating class of 1957 was only about 134 members, but we have branched out to cover all sorts of activities and careers. There were nurses, doctors, teachers, engineers, prison guards, writers, landlords, farmers, vintners, and world travelers.
Of course we had to be reminded that there were a lot of classmates who were deceased or in convalescent hospitals but I was surprised to find that those who were left had good attitudes and were grateful that we could gather once again to visit and re connect. Everyone expressed the hope that we would see each other in five years. It is a hope that is admirable but the world being what it is who knows what the future will bring?