Back to School… again

Last Saturday I  revisited the first school I ever attended.  The one I described  in my other Back to School blogs.

My granddaughter’s freshman volleyball team was playing there.   Even though its only about 40 minutes from my home, there had never been a reason to go there.  I had driven past the old building a few times but had never stopped to look around.   The gymnasium where the games were held was in a new addition which wasn’t there in 1956 when I attended.  But the entire old structure is still there and it looks just the same.

When I entered the new annex the first thing I saw were pictures of all the graduating classes from the school.   If you believe in karma…. you would understand how I felt when I noticed the rack of pictures was opened to the Class of 1968….you guessed it, my very own class from 1956 pictured twelve years later.  I quickly scanned the faces and names.  Memories flooded back.  Fuzzy memories, mind you, but memories I hadn’t accessed for a long long time.  I recognized my old best friend and a couple of boys who were kind of sassy and talkative.  The names were all familiar as were the faces.

I reached into my purse for my camera and was totally disgusted with myself for not packing it!  My phone camera (not a great one) would have to do.  So I quickly snapped a picture of the picture.   Then I decided to just snap about 4 photos at a time to get  closer shots.  Got some strange looks from other people coming into the annex but kept snapping.   I almost forgot about the volleyball game until I heard the buzzer in the gym which snapped me back to the present.

As I watched the game, I wondered if any of these girls from the opposing team were granddaughters of former classmates…. was there possibly a former classmate there watching with me?

After the game, I walked around and checked all the doors that led to the old building.  No luck.  I asked a few people but there were no administrators around who could allow or deny me entry.

So I settled for just feeling the memories.

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