Have you been guilty of looking at others your own age and
cannot look that old? You may enjoy this short story, which could be
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?"
He answered, "In 1954. Why?" "You were in my class!" I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely and then asked, "What did you teach?"
of Nancy Abbott Loveless
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.)