Class Reunion
“I was born in a small town. Educated in a small town.”
I remember sitting in a classroom in May of 1977 waiting on an elementary graduation program to begin. Looking around the room there were faces I had seen virtually every day of my life. We made a promise to each other that day that, no matter what happened as we moved to high school, we would never ever forget how much we meant to each other.
I know that sounds like a cliche but it really happened as we sat on the tables in Mrs. Carol Tucker’s classroom that May afternoon.
Six years later, a majority of those sixth graders sat in a home economics classroom and tried to get their mortar board caps pinned to their long hair while the band warmed up for “Pomp and Circumstance”.
Maybe it was because our parents chose to raise their families in one place rather than move them from place to place and school to school. Maybe it was because we not only went to school but rode bicycles, went to Sunday School and birthday parties for 17 years. Maybe it was because we lived in a place and a time where we didn’t call before dropping by for a visit. Maybe it was because we lost two classmates within a couple of years of each other. Maybe it was because in our small town there wasn’t much one could do without everybody else knowing about it.
Whatever the reason I can say that no matter how much time passes between reunions or phone calls or run-intos at the mall, we immediately pick up like it was May of 1983.
I’m rambling but the point of all of this is that it’s been 25 years since we walked off that stage and we’re planning a reunion.
And we want the classes around us to be there too. We’re hoping that the classes of 1981-1984 will help us pick the date and plan the weekend. I’ve set up another website to be a gathering spot for information it’s at
