This weekend was the 50th reunion of my high school class. I have no idea how that happened. 50 years ago, I was a bright-eyed teenager with the world at my feet. My husband and I met in high school and married young, had our children young, and then settled in staying in our hometown. We’ve only moved three times. It would take a crowbar to get him out of this town. We have traveled a lot, just always coming home to Enid, Oklahoma.
The Enid High Class of ’71 originally had 652 members. We’ve lost a few along the way. But this weekend there were about 100 in attendance. With the pandemic, I’m sure there weren’t as many as their might have been otherwise.
It was a two-day event with mixers that almost got rained out, breakfasts, tours of the high school which has tripled in size since we were students there, and a cocktail/appetizers/dance on Saturday night at the local country club. A lot of us old folks were home to watch the 10 o’clock news.
Many of the group at the age of 68 were the walking wounded. Some couldn’t make it at all. But when the music began with songs of the ‘60s and ‘70s it was like we were back in high school. Some danced, others didn’t, but we caught up with old friends and some who were mostly acquaintances back in the day. It is interesting how after 50 years; you sit and visit with people who were not your best friend back in the day but had a ton of fun catching up with them.
With our ages, the class will have a reunion every five years instead of ten. I had a great time and plan to attend the next one.
“Many are good, but better are none than all the class of ’71!”
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