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.