My high school class held a 50th reunion on Saturday. It coincided with the Peanut Festival and my in-laws 70th wedding anniversary. It just don’t get any better than that. NOT !!
The "Peanut Festival" is an annual event in the little burg where I grew up. It is a celebration of what used to be a major part of the economy in that area. I’m not sure if there are any peanut growers left in the area. Horse ranches have taken over. There was only one horse in the big parade. I guess that is because we are not supposed to eat horses. Anyway, it is a town event that features booths, carnival rides, all kinds of foods, loud music and thousands of people wandering around wondering what the whole thing is all about.
There were only about 50 people in the class of ‘62 at the little school where I went. Six of them have passed on.
I spent a couple of hours at the reunion. Remember I had the Peanut Festival and wedding anniversary to share my time. It is always interesting, I suppose, to see how people change physically. All the guys got shall we say, a lot less "dashing." And, let’s just say that some of the girls are now, "just a little bit pretty."
Their temperaments changed too. Age has a way of changing what is important and how we have dealt with it over the years. I think all the guys were in agreement, we just don’t care anymore. The things we used to do, we can’t do and if we try, we do regret it. The ladies seemed to agree that bossing the men around is very important. I don’t know why, because we don’t care.
It is nice to see some familiar faces - after they told me who there are. Name badges helped a lot. High school is supposed to be the happiest time of your life. Maybe it was, but everyone seemed more content today.
It is said that time changes everything. It certainly has changed the class of ‘62. Well, except for the guy that became a doctor. He was hyper in school and he still is, although he told me that he is glad he got through that phase of his life.
Memory loss is a wonderful thing.
PMO
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