tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post3711129305567644011..comments2024-03-11T19:40:23.089+00:00Comments on Views from the bike shed: Gather ye rosebuds while ye mayThe bike shedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05195882998271591934noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-65760684416249672792021-05-17T11:24:05.021+01:002021-05-17T11:24:05.021+01:00I had opportunities to attend school reunions. The...I had opportunities to attend school reunions. The idea appalled me and I never went. Perhaps I was afraid but I could justify this instinctive choice in other ways.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-76150672795323805612021-05-12T23:02:56.256+01:002021-05-12T23:02:56.256+01:00One of the most alarming things about aging is rea...One of the most alarming things about aging is realizing how quickly time really does pass. Robin Williams' words have more impact for me now than when I heard them in the cinema in 1989!<br /><br />I went to my 20th high school reunion back in 2004 and I was surprised how much I enjoyed it. It was cool to see how well everyone turned out. And now I think I'm done with reunions. (I'm friends with a lot of those people on Facebook now anyway.)Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-90705728998142149972021-05-09T18:28:28.038+01:002021-05-09T18:28:28.038+01:00....."it's their scattering afar that all........"it's their scattering afar that allows them to flourish."<br />Oh yes Mark, your words are so true - and beautifully expressed as always. This seems to tie in with my post today about coming to America when I was almost 19! I believe I have flourished but in all honesty there have been some rough bits along the way. <br />I was only to stay a year, see the country, make some money and then go home to my boyfriend - who now lives in Prestatyn!!! Things changed - mostly for the better I guess. I can't believe I was that brave really.<br />I was looking at my girls' grammar school photo recently (the entire school which was large) - I was in the first form when it was taken, and sitting in the front row. I still know a few of the girls but really am only in touch with one and see her when I go home. I would love to know what happened to all - and I feel sad realizing that all the teachers in the photos have now passed away for certain. How quickly life flies by - how fleeting our lives are.<br /><br />Thanks for your comments - and these great posts.<br />Mary -Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11915239653283205065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-70948066927333149612021-05-08T13:20:03.453+01:002021-05-08T13:20:03.453+01:00True what you say about seeds. Don't think I ...True what you say about seeds. Don't think I would to live in the same place all my life.northsider https://www.blogger.com/profile/00716743611909673869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-67550433259887859492021-05-07T21:28:32.022+01:002021-05-07T21:28:32.022+01:00Probably saw you at Spanish City in '75.Probably saw you at Spanish City in '75.Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-75247345862321352762021-05-07T19:39:17.699+01:002021-05-07T19:39:17.699+01:00I went to a very small school. I went away for som...I went to a very small school. I went away for some years after that. Most classmates did not (I am not trying to say this as a mean thing, or something to make myself seem superior...it is merely a statement of fact). So when I went to my reunion (I believe it was the 25th or some milestone), I was anxious to reconnect with those kids from that long ago yearbook. <br /><br />What I discovered, when I got there, was most everyone stayed in the area after graduation, and most everyone had stayed connected in the intervening years. The cliques of those highschool days were still the cliques of their middle age, and I was no less an outsider at 43 than I was at 18. I watched people visiting together easily. I ran into a couple of people who I never really knew before graduation who had also moved away. It was fun to learn about them. <br /><br />When I left, the class clown was drunk and throwing up in the parking lot while his girlfriend wept. <br /><br />I never went back to another. I still have a couple friends from those years. We've never lost touch. The others? Well. I guess that we will never be in touch. Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-88954754858214273572021-05-07T15:26:52.264+01:002021-05-07T15:26:52.264+01:00Hari OM
Coming across photos of earlier years real...Hari OM<br />Coming across photos of earlier years really brings home the time spanned and draws the question as to what, exactly, has been achieved? Much - and yet... <br /><br />There was one school reunion organised, but I was happily a well-established Australian by that time so had valid reason for not being able to attend. I have no interest in returning to old ground. Neither the having to explain (or indeed justify) who I am now as compared to who is remembered by those others, now total strangers. <br /><br />Indeed, there is enough future left yet to develop, requiring full focus upon the now. The yesterday only leaves its mark by the lessons learned, all those days seized, and how that informs the moving forward! YAM xxYamini MacLeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18383916589808462620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-7366843860328790052021-05-07T15:25:09.886+01:002021-05-07T15:25:09.886+01:00I woke this morning from a dream so intense that i...I woke this morning from a dream so intense that it's going to take me all day to shake it. It was as if so many different versions of my life had come together and overlapped with people I've known and loved, some still living, some not, in a completely different version of a place I love but which, in my dream had changed so completely that it broke my heart. <br />A sort of reunion in a parallel universe. <br />I still feel like crying both in sorrow and also in relief that my life has taken this path, and that I could wake to the world of what I know as reality. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-38749054151328550732021-05-07T15:08:24.898+01:002021-05-07T15:08:24.898+01:00I have no old photos to jog my memories of my scho...I have no old photos to jog my memories of my schooldays, which is probably just as well as a lot of my memories involve bullying of one kind or another. I most definitely would not enjoy a reunion with those people.JayCeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01373622852406554111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-62820365837260240272021-05-07T11:58:19.023+01:002021-05-07T11:58:19.023+01:00Reunions for me are over. At 88 I would hardly r...Reunions for me are over. At 88 I would hardly remember anyone. I went to Lincoln Girls' High School but in the late forties/early fifties. Very few of us left now - I kept in touch with a few but they have died in the last couple of years. Tempus fugit.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.com