Old Classmate?
Have you been guilty of looking at others your own age and
thinking...surely I
cannot look that old? You may enjoy this short story, which could be
true....
While waiting for my first appointment in the reception room of a new
dentist, I noticed his certificate, which bore his full name.
Suddenly, I remembered that a tall, handsome boy with the same name had
been in my high school class some 50 years ago.
Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This
balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to
have been my classmate.
After he had examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended LHS. "Yes," he replied. "When did you graduate?"
I asked.
He answered, "In 1954. Why?" "You were in my class!" I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely and then asked, "What did you teach?"
Courtesy
of Nancy Abbott Loveless
REMEMBER WHEN!
By Missy Parrish Stark*
Remember when we walked the halls,
Rushing to our next class;
Or the times we just gathered on the lawn,
Just to talk and sit on the grass!
Or how about the Friday nights,
And all those football games;
When we were so full of hope,
Our visions full of fortunes and fames!
Remember how proud we stood,
On graduation day;
And the sorrow that we felt,
As we went our separate way!
It's hard to believe how much we've changed,
In the fifty-five years that have passed;
But the friendships that we built back then,
Today, they still hold fast.
(*Written by the daughter of Percy Parrish
and dedicated to the Lubbock High School class of 1954.) |
