Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Old school reunion a “Blast from the Past!” Memory lane is a popular place around here this week! Saturday,
my brother Dennis and I went to a kinda school reunion. Both of us went
to Humes Jr. High School and our late sister Peggy and her husband Gene
both graduated from Humes in 1964, when it still went all the way to
12th grade. Quite a few of the guys remembered
Pop (known then as Doyle) quite well. Although he didn’t go to Humes --
he was still from the old neighborhood! It was so
weird walking into a room full of “old” people (one of whom is your
younger brother!). One of the guys sitting at a front table said,
“Linda?” and I almost fainted. David Wicker, former classmate and great friend, whom I hadn’t seen since ninth grade at least, recognized me! I was totally amazed for a while then I realized David has an incredible memory. He really could remember everything! His sister Lois was one of my sister’s good friends. Lois wasn’t there. Jim
Lacy, who organized our “reunion luncheon” had brought several years of
Humes’ yearbooks. Most of the folks there Saturday were more of my
sister’s generation, and they were all in the yearbooks. (Peggy was
eight years older than I). She used to have
friends over and they’d play 45’s on her record player and dance in our
living room. I always knew who was dating whom at the high school, so
my friends and I could discuss them endlessly! Another
Peggy was also there. One of the “Rosebrough” (I’m guessing at the
spelling) girls, it took us a bit, but eventually we figured out that
she was Karen’s sister! Karen and I used to lie
in the grass on a hilly slope between our houses and eat kosher dill
pickles and discuss everything in the world, especially our older
sisters and their friends. Her sister Peggy and my sister Peggy were
pretty close in age and were really interesting topics of conversation. I’d
watched Peggy’s daughter (whose name has left me) most of the time we
were there Saturday, thinking how familiar she looked. She looked just
like her mother, who looked just like Karen. It
was lots of fun talking about the old days, shopping in downtown
Memphis, Tenn., and just remembering where we came from and who came
with us. It was a true “Blast from the Past!” |