Daily Archives: April 3, 2014

Memory Lane

My school, Surry, merged with a nearby school, Tidewater, a few years after I graduated. Last weekend, Tidewater hosted a 50th reunion.  Memorabilia on loan from alumni of both schools was on display.

I didn’t attend the reunion, but learned that the exhibit would be available for viewing through today.  So yesterday, my friends (and former classmates), Shirley and Donna, and I met for lunch and then went for a little stroll down memory lane. Our friend, Linda (though not a classmate) joined us.

In the mid 1960’s, our basketball team was unbeatable.  During home games, we weren’t concerned about whether or not we’d win: we just cheered our boys on to  try to score 100 points in the game (which they did many times). Our school colors were maroon and gold, and our team was The Colonials.

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I wasn’t a cheerleader (except from the bleachers), but Shirley was.

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At one point while we were at the exhibit, I heard shrieks coming from the other side of the room: Shirley and Donna had found the souvenirs from the Broadway play, Hair. Our senior class trip was to New York, and some members of the class, after getting signed permission slips from their parents, went to see Hair. (I was in the group that saw Promises, Promises instead, but Shirley and Donna agreed to let me in on this picture.)

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And then…. they found another program, and the two of them immediately broke into song.

"Give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair..

“Give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair..

When I was a 6-year-old first grader, I experienced my first-ever crush. The object of that crush was a neighborhood boy, a few years older than me. He was a “patrolman” on the bus, meaning at each stop, he got off the bus, stood in the highway and held out a flag to stop traffic.  I couldn’t believe that HIS patrol flag was on display.

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After looking, oohing, aahing and remembering, it was time to leave. I stopped in the office to order a DVD of the history of the two schools.  Donna and Shirley both hugged me before they left. An elementary student, a little girl, was in the office as this was happening. I looked at her, smiled and said: “One day, when you’re older, you’ll get together with your classmates. And you’ll all hug each other when you leave.”

Sigh.

 

~These Days Of Mine~