This is my first "solo" blog attempt. Hope it works.
Didn't want the day to pass without a salute to those who walked the stage to receive our diplomas a half century ago tonight, May 28th.
I wonder if we have it in us to once again have a flurry of sharing as we did a few years ago when Gloria shared information about the film "Brats" with us. I'd love to see notes about memories of RHS, or about our lives since we left the "hallowed halls, never to return". Have any stories that your families have heard so many times that their eyes start to roll whenever you start to tell them? Maybe you could share them with us. Have some stories that you'd like to share with folks but never got around to writing up. Maybe now is the time. I know that some people call us "middle aged". That's only true if we expect to live until we're 130 years old.
We have reached a milestone. Fifty years since high school graduation. If you're like me, you probably don't feel old. Oh, sure, there are more aches and pains, but I'm not really "old". And then this thought occurred to me. If I had met somebody on the night we graduated who said he was celebrating the fiftieth anniversary of his high school graduation, his graduation year would have been 1915. That's what we're like to today's grads.
So, brothers and sisters of the class of '65 (and Rohawks of nearby classes), can we take a little time to share with each other and, maybe using the same motivation and words, write stories that our descendants or other family members will someday appreciate having when our generation is gone?
I'll check back in a week or two. If I have no takers, I'll start the "Ball" rolling.
God bless the friends of my youth,
Jerry Ball, Class of '65
PS - The night we graduated in 1965 was also my mother's 37th birthday. Tonight, my sister Janet (RHS, '67) and I and a bunch of family members celebrated Mom's 87th birthday with dinner on a barge on the San Antonio River. Here's a picture of Jan, Mom, and me.
