School Reunion Party

Saturday my high school alma mater had a reunion party. It was very interesting yet quite fun. I attended a university laboratory school. If you know anything about them they are kinda sorta semi-private/semi-public sometimes. Usually university professors' kids go there and it's called a laboratory school because it is a training place for internist educators to practice under seasoned teachers before getting out into the real teaching world.

Anyway, I went with my husband and my siblings. I was excited to meet up with one of my school mates named Paul. He and his brother came from Taiwan to attend the school for two years. Paul was a year ahead of me while his brother Eugene was in my class. Paul and I have been sharing emails for a few years. I always thought those two boys were very brave when they arrived at a predominantly Black school with English as a second language. Their parents worked on campus with my father. A group of us were very protective of them but their personalities were such that everyone liked them.

The alumni association is run by the next generation. I'm not complaining. That's just the way it is. Anyway, the party was open to all alumni and a larger amount of the younger folks were there. My Hunnee was joking that as we all sat in seats that had been placed on the stage area, our group looked like the faculty table overlooking the student population. When they called for classes of different decades to get together, we were the smallest and oldest there.The classes of 1972, 1973, 1974 and 1977 were represented in about seven of us.

We had a good time reminiscing with each other. Paul took some good photos of the group and the rest of the crowd. His lovely children came out to share with us. He'd also made some xerox copies of photos he had from high school so we could help him put names to some of the faces. That was a very cool thing for him to think of. That got us all to talking and looking back at those times with great fondness.

In Memory of Beverly Part 2

Yesterday I signed out for a few hours to attend my class mate Beverly Robinson Downs' home going celebration. It was held at the church where I was baptized. She was still a member there and very active. My family moved membership to a church closer to home. I am comforted when I know the person was saved and had declared Romans 10:9-10 while they were alive. So I know where she is.

Some of our classmates still live in the area. Some in other states. But many of them keep in closer contact than I do. I was invited to join them after work. I was not too comfortable with going to a club atmosphere. I don't drink and I don't care to be around people after they've had a few too many. However, it is not that often I get to see my classmates. So I went to be sociable and I took pictures and traded emails and phone numbers. We attended a small, semi-private school so our class was no larger than about sixty-two.

I loaded these and more up on my Kodak Gallery and shared them by email today.