50th Reunion!

Reunion-year after reunion-year, I would receive the invitation and send it straight back with a note, "See you at the 50th!" Living in Seattle is a "fur piece" from Sinton High School in Sinton, Texas, where the 84 of us graduated in 1958--the largest class ever, at that time. Once is enough, I thought. Better to come back for that only visit before too many of us were gone for good. As we prepared for the trip, I looked at the high school annual and could remember hardly anything about anybody. What a surprise! As we began to meet on Friday evening in Fulton on the Gulf Coast, as we began to look into each other's eyes and study our faces, things started to creep out through the mental cobwebs. By the dinner banquet Saturday evening, we were a close group of classmates again. What fascinating lifestories people told! and what funny tales came out about who liked whom and what happened to whom. Lotsa great laughs, stories, and surprises! I was shocked to learn that 19 (24%) of us already had passed away. It turns out ours is a popular, active group. A few people from other classes, even some who had transferred away when in the 11th or 12th grades and had actually graduated from nearby schools, had joined the group because these reunions are such fun! Hats off to the organizers who have kept it going and got it done! In the picture above, the two men seated in the front row were teachers, now in their 80's. Tubby Bryant, a good coach who was known for his big, thick, wooden paddle with the hole in it, was our wild school bus driver. He taught us the saying, "An inch is as good as a mile!" Here's a nickel to those who can find Glenn in the photo!