This
morning my mind was wandering –nothing new there- about all the years that have
come and gone since the time my sister and I left our little (well, not so
little…) island country. The reason for the creeping thought? As my Facebook
opened up, the first notation in it was the pre-advise, I guess this is what it
was, about the fact that the 50th High School class reunion is
coming up in two short years. OMG!!! I can’t believe it is almost 50 years
since that day, back in the mists of time, when the green bound diploma found
its way into my hands…
To
grumble and complain are very common and easy things to do. To realize that in
living 50 years plus those it took to get to the point of receiving the
diploma, we have indeed achieved something remarkable. In a world where most of
us boys who graduated at that time were conscripted into the armed forces due
to being in the middle of a fast burgeoning war, just getting here is an
achievement. Yes, several gave their lives up in that part of the world or
during another war like it, of those that followed... Some have succumbed to
illness, or accidents along the way.
All
in all, yours truly will not complain… too much, anyway. After all, complaining never fixed
anything that I know of and, in the end, the choices made have been for the
most part taken with pretty much full knowledge of the options available
(although not always, mind you!). Some have turned out well, other have turned
out… well… not so well. In this, we are par for the course with most fellow humans.
Over
the last few years, paths which once were companions have come to cross each
other again. Some I have found, others have found me. It is almost like a
homing pigeon that knows where the roost is and, in the face of all that may
surround it, the return path will be found. I have to be honest, not one single
one of the past reunions has been in my agenda. Yes, there were photos downloaded
and perused; there was conversation with some of those who went to one or two
reunions, and the desire to go and participate was ignited. This ignited, but
somewhat dormant fire has now been kindled by reading about some friends who
will be there. Actually, going back to the PAC-NW is attractive to me; it is a
beautiful part of the country and worth revisiting. Those two short, but
incredibly important years of my life spent there bring me nothing but good
memories and they want to be re-lived while the re-living is good!!
I
accept that a constant barrage of complains about the social networks and their
creepy, creeping way of getting into our daily lives already has begun to
affect how we live. On the other hand, it is also true that this very same
networking has brought many folk together in time defying reunions, including
wayward family members.
There!!! I’ve said it!!! These networks do have a use,
besides letting us know about Aunt Mathilda’s
rheumy back and droopy appendages.
I
don’t know… today is a long work day; this means there is little time in which
to get this unto the blog… sort of a cybernetic deadline, quickly approaching.
Actually,
if the good Lord allows me to still be around in two years, I will do my utmost
to be present at this 50th reunion. But only if I drop those extra
10 pounds I’m carrying around… and my hair stops falling… and my knees
creaking… and… oh hell!! We won’t probably be able to hear each other with all
the creaking going on, anyway. I guess
the only teens present will be the ones we will each carry inside our hearts
and minds, alive and well.
Be
Well … Be Back!!!
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