That old devil "Time" is at it again. Always the enemy, always eluding us. As I think about that, the passing of time, years in particular, I think of lyrics from the "Old Devil Time" song.." ..and when you have me in your icy grasp, my friends all gather round, and help me rise, rise and defeat you, one more time."...I am thinking about a gathering of friends this year. My graduation class will hit the BIG 50 on May 29th, 2008. Our gathering is scheduled for August 8th in the town of my birth.Looking back at the beginnings... my first grade class. I'm the one on the far right, front row. It was my birthday. Wearing my special blue dress and blue ribbons in my hair. The camera clicks, the first grade class of South Side School is captured forever...An October day in 1946. I remember nearly all of their names *S*
Fast forward...last day of 6th grade. Different time, different place, still my home town, but the south side kids were transported to a larger school for 5th and 6th grade. I have learned to 'mingle' with the 'uptown and hill' kids. They will become part of my 155 member graduating class. The country kids haven't arrived yet.Next year, we will hit another building, the Junior High,for 7th,8th and 9th grade. Most of country schools stopped at 6th and then transporting the kids to town. I got to know many of these particular kids very well. Our class was divided into 'sections' alphabetically. I was an S-4, in the R-Z section. Meaning home room every year with the same kids. I'm not in this picture, I was the one taking it...*VBS*
And then you're at the 'end', graduation. I graduated on a Friday night at the local Fair Grounds. The only seating facility big enough to hold us and our families. The class of 1958, were the last class to graduate from the old high school. September would find the doors opening on a new, single level sprawing high school in a different part of town. Our school is gone now, torn down, leaving only the foundation and oddly enough the steps. They leading up to a door that is no longer there. I've always thought "how strange", those step that lead you to no where but memories.
The $64 dollar question, these dsya, is "will I attend the reunion?" I don't know. Time will tell.
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