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Steve Meador is the author of Throwing Percy from the Cherry Tree, a poetry book that was an entrant for a National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize in poetry. He is widely published in online and print journals. He has been a real estate broker since the early 1980s and currently lives and practices in the Tampa, FL, area.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
40 Year Class Reunion
Another high school class reunion, my 40 year gathering, has
come and gone. I worked on the committee, which consisted of a good friend from
the old days and me. After months of phone calling and web searching, the event
was over in about six hours. Had a great time and I think the other 80 or so
did, also. I am always sad to have it end, because the slice of life we know as
the high school years was very delectable for me. Not that those
days were all perfect and good, but because, very simply, they were what
they were, fit into a slot of our history and lived within the context of
the time. I think of my past often, with all the good and bad, but I do
not compare one time to another, that would be unfair. I do not judge what
I did in one time against the values and expectations of a different time. In
short, it was what it was, just as the current is what it is. Sure, I carry
baggage from the high school days, who doesn't? But, I am beginning to
think I am one of the few who opened up my baggage, heaved out what was not
needed and brought forward anything I thought might be of value.
This is a difficult post to write, because, as many people
know, I got involved when my cousin, Jimmy Floyd, passed away and I don’t want
to be sappy or maudlin. I didn’t want to do this, but he hounded me, as he
always could, to perfection. It was his goal and dream to be at this reunion,
and I think one of the reasons was that he wanted the two of us to touch again
that golden time when we lived together, during our freshman year, when we were
Lewis and Clark, Boone and Crockett, Butch and Sundance. I have become a hard person to sell to and
only agreed after his death—although, truth be admitted, I would have given in
to his pestering ways. It worked out great. Eric handled the physical duties,
because he lives in Defiance, while Cheri and I (mostly her) handled updating
the class list. We had a fair number of classmates who were not interested and
will not be in the future. She ask one about being listed as “Not Interested”
and the reply was, “You can put be down as dead, for all I care.” All that
stuff is okay, because each person lives as they wish and it is not for me to
finger point or name call.
Technology has made the process much easier and I will
likely stay connected and work on the next one, for 2017. Thanks to all who
came, to all whose baggage was loaded only with the clothing and personal items
they needed for the visit to our hometown. I know if my cousin were still here,
we would have sat at one of the tables, after all the people were gone, had one
final drink and nodded to each other. We would have stood and hugged, because
we have come to the point in life where handshakes are passé. Then, the last one out would flip off the
light and lock the door.
There are three photo journals to view, the Friday night events, the attendees and the actual reunion on Saturday. Click on the caption below the photo of the group you want to view. I am an equal opportunity offender and make no apologies! If you get lost while viewing, just come back to the blog and start again.