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.”



~These Days Of Mine~

19 responses to “Memory Lane

  1. What fun! Trips down memory lane are great when “walking down the lane” with good friends.


  2. Love reading about your walk ‘down Memory Lane’. My ‘Memory Lane’ would be a sad one since the buildings that were my school have all been torn down. But we were still the Colonials, even back in the Dark Ages!!

  3. I can just picture you all bursting into song. 🙂 Surry is such an English name! I’m sure your school and area is so rich in colonial history.

    I will never forget sitting in the front office for an appt. with a counselor or maybe the principal. A mother walked in, conducted her business and as she walked out she looked at me and said, “Enjoy this time. These are the best years of your life.” I’ll never forget that.

  4. As an Army brat who moved around a lot, I sort of feel wistful when I read things like this. Deep roots are something to cherish.

  5. “Sunday .. Monday .. Happy Days … Tuesday … Wednesday … Happy Days…” instantly that song came to mind. Such joy in all of your faces 🙂


  6. Brings back a lot of great memories! Thanks for sharing Dianna:)

  7. Glad you had such fun chasing memories – and to imagine all of that memorabilia! WOW! Good for you and your friends to share it all.

  8. Dianna what a great afternoon of memories! Friends, memories AND lunch! Love those three HAPPY smiles! Good Morning Dianna!! Enjoy your Thursday! Hope you have a flip flop painted toes kind of day.. 🙂

  9. What a great story!

  10. Oh, what an excursion down memory lane! A few years ago, the elementary school where I attended grades 1-6 closed down permanently. Before the building was sold off, the school district held an open house with memorabilia in each classroom. I took my teenage children with me and told them what it was like to go to school there. So many memories came back to me that day, it truly was fun.

  11. Never knew why I held on to that old Play Bill and Book from Hair for all these years, now I’m glad I did!

  12. Thanks for sharing your trip down memory lane…such fun! I love that the little girl was witness to the lifelong friendships formed in school.

  13. What a wonderful day you had with your friends Dianna! Visiting old schools and finding mementos like that had to be so much fun.. And sharing your experiences surely made it even better.

  14. What a nice way to stroll down memory lane with two friends and actually being able to see and touch memorabilia from youth.
    I can only imagine the laughter and fun and the bittersweet moments you 3 shared that day. 🙂

  15. that is so sweet. 🙂

  16. It’s good that all those items from the time were kept safe for display later on… trips down memory lane are always better with some ‘signposts’ to mark the way! – those types of objects will bring it all back !

  17. The old school memorabilia is great. It’s awesome that class members pulled all of the items together so that others could see them, and remember the “good old days.”

  18. I am sure that was a wonderful trip and all of you enjoyed it. I must admit sometimes I wish I could have graduated from Surry. because I had made so many good friends but I made a lot in Smithfield too, so in many ways I am blessed to have two sets of school mates!

  19. What fun memories to relive.

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