We lived the '60s

On August 20, 2011 the South Habersham High School class of 1966 will meet along with the members from the classes of 1965 and 1967.  We are getting excited.  For many of our fellow classmates, it has been many years since we have seen each other.  What does one talk about after all this time?  Will we recognize each other?  I can speak for myself when I say the pounds have been sneaking up. It is time to put that fear of  how I look behind me and enjoy the reunion.

Life has been good to me, so what do I have to fear?  Why be nervous?  I think a visit to the past is always scary.  For me, high school was not one of my favorite times even though I had wonderful friends with whom I shared great memories.  We enjoyed the football and basketball games, drive-in movies, the Grand Theater in Cornelia, Lake Russell, cruising town on a Sunday afternoon, and eating ice cream at the Dairy Queen.

During our reign at South Habersham High School, the Beatles was the top music group.  President John F. Kennedy was shot in Dallas, Texas. We watched in disbelief as Jack Ruby shot the accused shooter, Lee Harvey Oswall.  Martin Luther King made his famous "I have a Dream" speech and then later was assassinated.  Robert Kennedy was shot and killed in California. Malcolm X was shot.  The war in Vietnam was raging and many of our classmates served their country there.  (Bobby Sexton from the class of 1965 was killed there, and now his name is listed on The Wall in Washington, DC. ) Sonny and Cher were making their way up the music charts. The '60s Hippies were a growing number, but our class didn't seem to be touched by the movement.  The Civil Rights Act of 1964 is signed into law by President Johnson.  We didn't realize just how much history we were witnessing.

On August  20 this group of grown-up '60s teenagers will celebrate their memories by gathering together for their class reunions.  Although I am a little apprehensive, I am excited.  The years have flown by; the hair has turned grey; the pounds have crept on us; however, the hearts of our friends will be the same.  I look forward to hearing about their adventures through the years.  Class of '65, '66, and '67, bring it on!

It is me again, Lord.  Thanking you for the opportunity to reconnect with old friends.

A little Georgia Wisdom:  If you have the opportunity to attend your class reunion, go.  You will not regret it.