This past weekend was my high school fifty year reunion. The two classes following our class combined their reunion with us, so my husband celebrated his forty-eight year reunion.
This was the high school homecoming, so we had a truck in the parade on Friday afternoon. It was fun seeing all of us "old folks" climbing up to sit on the hay bales. There were pep songs sung, cheers chanted, and lots of waving to the crowds. The truck bed was full, so some of the men walked the entire parade route behind the truck. A couple of them looked as though they wished they hadn't been so quick to volunteer, but they all managed to smile and wave to the crowds and finish the parade. Way to go, guys!
The local Quarterback Club was sponsoring a chili supper before the football game Friday night, and a lot of our former classmates were planning to attend both the supper and the football game. After spending the afternoon in a sunny, eighty plus degree afternoon, I didn't think I could handle much more. Wayne was ready to get out of the heat, too, so we went home to take care of the dogs and get a cold drink of water for ourselves. Then we went out to eat where we could sit down and be waited on.
Saturday evening we attended the "meet and greet" and the dinner. We sat with my best friend from high school, Kitty, and her husband, Larry. There was lots of hugging, talking and laughing. Wayne and Kitty spent time walking around and talking to people, but Larry and I stayed at the table and let people come to us. I didn't want to carry my oxygen tank around, and Larry didn't know anyone but us, so that was fine with both of us. Class group pictures were taken, and I am looking forward to seeing them.
All in all, it was a a lot of fun. We saw a lot of people we hadn't seen for years and heard all about their kids and grandkids. I think we should do it again in another fifty years.