I had a chance to talk to some of my friends' wives (graduates of Holy Names and Forest Ridge...still girls' high schools), and hear the stories about the rolled up skirts and the nuns who checked out the necklines of their formals before the big dances and the movie theaters where one could sit in the back and do some smoking and have a little fun. I enjoyed myself, learned a lot, and enjoyed sharing and feeling the love. I am already smiling thinking about our fifty third gathering.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
The Fifty Second
My friend, Brian R, and I drove to Seattle Saturday to celebrate with members of our graduating class from Seattle Prep (those whom I definitely consider some of the best and brightest young men (Seattle Preparatory graduates, Class of '57, when Prep was an all boys' school) I was ever so very fortunate with whom I had a chance to spend some of the most important years of my life. We quietly remembered the members of our class who had died, told some old, old stories, laughed and teased and ate and drank and had a good time.
I had a chance to talk to some of my friends' wives (graduates of Holy Names and Forest Ridge...still girls' high schools), and hear the stories about the rolled up skirts and the nuns who checked out the necklines of their formals before the big dances and the movie theaters where one could sit in the back and do some smoking and have a little fun. I enjoyed myself, learned a lot, and enjoyed sharing and feeling the love. I am already smiling thinking about our fifty third gathering.
I had a chance to talk to some of my friends' wives (graduates of Holy Names and Forest Ridge...still girls' high schools), and hear the stories about the rolled up skirts and the nuns who checked out the necklines of their formals before the big dances and the movie theaters where one could sit in the back and do some smoking and have a little fun. I enjoyed myself, learned a lot, and enjoyed sharing and feeling the love. I am already smiling thinking about our fifty third gathering.
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Isn't it lovely to attend those gatherings and recapture some of the feeling from days gone by? In some ways it feels like just yesterday. I'm so happy you had a wonderful time, Joseph! Thank you for sharing your reunion.
Yes, that brings back memories for me, too. I also attended a private school with strict dress standards. It was a good thing then and would be even more important today. The high standards still allowed room for innocent fun and kids being kids there was never a shortage of finding ways to have fun within the parameters.
Cool post.
Joseph, you are looking GREAT!
Hear, hear! You can say that again, Kim.
I will add the third voice to "you look great Joseph!"
I remember getting sent home from school...for wearing pants! Then for wearing minis that were "too short."
High School was a strange and uncomfortable experience for me...but I was only twelve when I entered grade 9 and sixteen by graduation. Then I hit the road and didn't look back for a long time.
Glad yours was a nurturing experience and that reunions excite you. We'll check-in same time next year! xo
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