…it’s been 50 years since I graduated from high school!
I don’t think I’d have remembered if I’d not received an email reminding me. Unfortunately my daughter’s wedding precludes my attending the reunion.
Half-a-century ago the island of Maui was my entire world. As a youngster, I only knew mainland America as it was reflected in TV sitcoms, like I Love Lucy or variety programs, like The Ed Sullivan Show. Anything beyond the United States might as well have been somewhere out there in the universe.
Today, Maui is one of the most sought after destinations in the world. Oprah Winfrey calls it her home-away-from-home, with a beautiful spread in Kula.
The Maui I knew was small-town USA, in the middle of nowhere. Actually, it was in the middle of the Pacific Ocean…still is. Kids were kids, trying hard to be seen but not heard. Entire neighborhoods were ours to explore. We were allowed to wander as far as our small legs could carry us, to and from. Walking to the local library, 45 minutes from home was not a big deal. Lugging a bag of groceries home from the supermarket was a fact of life for me.
Scoring a dime from my mom for an ice cream Dilly stick at Dairy Queen’s was a rare treat. Joining my best friend and her dad for a Saturday morning cartoon, and having him pay my 25 cent theater admission was a huge deal! And waiting outside the local bakery’s back door for hot-out-of-the oven butter bread, was well worth all the kneeling and praying I’d done at church just prior.
For 12 years, St. Anthony’s School was my life. And while my feet were firmly planted in Maui, the nuns who taught me helped grow the wings I would use to one day leave behind my idyllic, island life. Much to my chagrin at the time, the good sisters would prod me on to do better academically. It was easier for me to dance the night away, than it was to recite correct algebra answers. Pranks were more my style, like the time I squirt dish soap into the fish tank. Sister Dominic, the biology instructor, was not too happy at having to empty the tank of all the suds and refill it with fresh water.
I learned about boys, even dated a few…in spite of the nuns. Although I’m certain they had a hand in keeping me virginal until the right time…and man…came along. Thank you, Sisters!!! My husband thanks you as well…
Periodic newsletters arrive from my old alma mater. Images of fresh-faced, young students rekindle a flood of memories reminding me of simpler times. When folks lived simpler lives…enjoying one another…and being thankful for what we had.
Then, as now…
…getting back to basics…is life in a nutshell…no matter where I live.
No way 50!! Oh my god. Reminds me my 50 is in 4 years! There is no way I graduated that long agom Its really only been 10 years. 15 at the most. My life has just begun!
ha, ha. Like I said…I wouldn’t have thought about it if it weren’t for a 50th class reunion email. I had to think about the past 50 years in order to send off a bio of what I’d been up to. Made me think long and hard…
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quite a milestone- love the photo!
…captured during a family hike…reminder of a really wonderful time…a smaller milestone, but just as important…enjoying family time.
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I know how you feel. 2009 was the 50th Reunion for my class. I didn’t go being I’m in India. I had never gone to the others as we moved from the state, I had small children, was working, etc. Ours was a small.rural class. The last reunion picture I was sent by computer showed a very small group. The building is now a middle school. The population in that area exploded with people moving from the city and the baby boom following behind us. The Maui of your childhood sounds lovely. 🙂 — Suzanne
I carry the Maui of my childhood with me wherever I go…in my heart. hugs, Suzanne. And God bless you for your life given to those you love…and who love you.
wow talk about milestone
Yes! Quite a milestone. One filled with only good memories…