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When I Open My Yearbook
When I open my yearbook, I fall back in time. Back to 1956 when I graduated from Woodrow Wilson High School in Middletown, Connecticut. We all looked so young and the pictures reminded me of an era gone by. I thought of all the activities I participated in. I played softball and basketball. I was in the bowling league. But what I enjoyed most was being a majorette, in fact I still have my baton. We marched in all the town parades besides participating in many school events like the football games. We wore the same striking uniforms in all types of weather. So, in the winter we froze and when the weather warmed up like on Memorial Day, someone always passed out from the heat and the heavy uniform. was proud to be in the National Honor Society. Proms were held in the gym. Cookies and punch were served, no elaborate dinners. And when the prom was over, we went out for a snack. The proper dress code was skirts. Girls did not wear pants. We also walked to school.
Then I was reminded of our 50th reunion. Being a small class of 145 students, we were pretty close, even keeping in touch these sixty-four years. But at our 50th reunion, I had a conflict. We were having a special family event in the Poconos in Pennsylvania. No way could I attend the family affair and the class reunion in Connecticut.
After the reunion, my classmates sent me a disc of the event. Most of the pictures were from our yearbook. The disc started with us in high school. Then it continued and I remember thinking, ‘Gee they invited the teachers.’ After which I started to laugh as I realized these were my contemporaries. Oh, the aging process.
Thanks for inspiring me to start writing again. I have been writing for years but these last few years have been lean. I am writing again. Thanks to you and to my daughter-in-law who sent me the link and encouraged me to write.
– Minna G.