"Hail to Rawson, Hail to thee
We'll lead you on to victory...
A month ago reunion was a vague and hazy concept for "someday" and tonight I tore up my apartment looking for my elementary school yearbook. While my fortieth college reunion is still nearly a year away, my elementary school reunion is three weeks away. Members of classes from the Sarah J. Rawson School in Hartford, from 1963 to 1967, will be getting together. When a facebook buddy first suggested it I looked at August and decided it was too busy for a trip to Hartford. The weekend of the reunion is between Blogher and a trip to San Diego and K's son's wedding and a trip to the St. Lawrence and Vermont.
But I got an email from my friend Lonni, my friend from fifth grade, who thought it would be fun for us to go together. She is moving into a new house, which I'd love to see and it would be great to spend time together. It's hard to say no to your best friend from fifth grade. When I saw the list of invitees it was impossible to say no. I was especially delighted to see my friend Gail, who lived around the corner from my family when I was growing up and was part of the jump rope and hopscotch group. Her family moved in the mid-sixties and I haven't seen her since then.
I am amazed at how excited I am. I have kept in touch with a few of my childhood friends, but to see so many people from our old neighborhood is actually thrilling. We grew up in a neighborhood of small houses and one car to a family, but a neighborhood that was very safe and fun for kids. We trick-or-treated, walked to the drugstore to buy penny candy and played infinite games of kickball in the street. There was hopscotch, roller skating and evenings of walking over to the Little League field to cheer on the neighborhood teams. There was our beloved local movie theater, The Lenox, where matinees cost a quarter and a treat was a box of snow caps or a bag of popcorn. The older kids looked after the younger ones and I knew that any adult in the neighborhood would let my parents know if I was misbehaving.
I took the safety totally for granted, but the ability to play without a lot of supervision gave me the independence that I enjoy now. If there was one gift I could give to children today it would be the sense of safety and the ability to explore the world around them independently.
This inquiring mind wants to know...Do you keep in touch with any friends from elementary school? What are some of your memories from growing up?
Sweet dreams and keep cool!