How can it have been 50 years since I graduated from high school? That was the question bouncing around in my head when I received the invitation to attend my 50th reunion. Having been absent by choice from most of the reunions over the years, I decided that this event was a must, and so I sent in my $$$ to reserve a spot for myself.
As the day of the party approached, I began to get apprehensive. Going to functions by myself is not something I relish, but I decided to just get over it. And I did. However, thank goodness for the standard reunion name tags strategically pinned in place to assist in recognizing classmates unseen in fifty years.
With Kathy and Mary Jo
The best part of the experience was that a few old friendships were renewed. I now have in my possession emails of pals that I am eager to see again in the near future. Most surprising was that, at last, the high school cliques seem to have vanished. They were very much alive at the last reunion I attended in the 80s. This time we really were one happy group with people mixing freely. Of course, that does get easier as the numbers of attendees decline; from a class of 400 there were only 65 of us in attendance, 113 if you count husbands/wives.
All in all it was a good time. I would do it again.