
I found these a while back and they are just too funny. I haven't figured out how to change the size and postion of each photo so it's just a random collage,,, so just have a random giggle.

Vandy & the Award Winners
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Vandy's Kids
The Stage Production
"Make new friends, keep the old
One is silver, the other is gold"
-- from a Brownie Scout song
A recent mini-reunion of my high school class was certainly awash in gold. Most of us met in the first grade and grew up in the same rural Indiana school until graduation in 1965.
Since then, our lives have taken us in different directions; we met challenges, disappointments and success in our own way. I had not seen many of my classmates since graduation; it was a thrill to see that they were much the same as they were back then – still fun loving, bright, interesting, and fully engaged in life.
It was gratifying to see that we had all learned to shine in our own way. From the Army Lt. General to the talented musician, from the successful business owner to parents of happy well balance kids.
A helicopter pilot, a church pastor, a HS teacher, a school nurse, a church secretary, a doctor, a resort owner, an accountant -- all so different yet as familiar to each other as siblings.
Each remembered stories from school days, laughed at ourselves, shared life stories of successes and failures. It surprised me that the spouses of classmates fit in so well; I kept thinking they were in our class too. What a delight!
A special treat was seeing our Principal, Vandy. Although he looked frail, his mind was as sharp as ever, he remembered many things we had all hoped he might forget. Hearing him say “Peeeeeeeeeeople …” had the same effect as if 40 years had not slipped by.
We celebrated being the Luckiest Generation, born of the Greatest Generation and gave thanks to those who made it happen. Our parents and teachers taught us lessons that sustained us and made our lives a rich tapestry .
The reunion was magical for me and I hope for others. It was a moment in time made of shear joy and remembrance -- worth much more than gold.
Thanks to everyone who made it possible.
One post script: Another class was represented and sadly was not adequately acknowledged at the time. Union High School Class of 1940 was 100% in attendance – OJ and my mother, classmates and friends since they were kids, shared the day with us.
They might be considered to be in the Platinum category
A few years ago, I decided to take up sewing in hopes of avoiding dementia. My reasoning was that if I had to problem-solve in an unfamiliar media, I could keep grey matter alive longer.
I bought a machine, took a few lessons and began to make things. I became fascinated with different fabrics, how they are made, different colors, different patterns, ways hey could be cut up and sewn together to make useful things.
It wasn't long until I ran into some quilters and then things really changed! In the company of other women I have learned so much more than how to sew: stories of their lives that make up the colorful fabric of life and I never tire of listening to them.
This sisterhood of women is as old as time and as vital as the new day. Anita Diamant writes in the novel The Red Tent about the lives of women in Jacob's tribe, the details of which the men knew little or nothing at all. The women paid lip service to their master but when push came to shove, they relied on each other and the advice of their mothers for survival.
Lisa See writes in Snow Flower and the Secret Fan , about Chinese women with bound feet, who went so far as to have a secret language for communication with each other in their highly regimented lives.
Once when I was overseas with the Air Force, another nurse brought in some of her quilts. It wasn’t long until the small clinic room was filled with women admiring her work, the fabric, and patterns. Few of us spoke a common language but we all understood the language of quilting and language of sisterhood.
Whether a culture values women or not, this ancient yet active sisterhood creates a strong fiber for the culture.
Sewing around the tables at the Quilt Retreat, my quilt sisters discussed husbands, children, grandchildren, illnesses, treatments, recipes, house repair, and which car gets the best gas mileage among other things. The ladies’ ages range from 19 to 76 years and all are animated and energetic in their enjoyment of life.
The youngest woman will marry this summer. She asked everyone to write down their advice for a happy marriage. She ended up with three pages of detailed notes, more than I can remember now!
What advice would you give her?