Breaker-breaker!!! Today is “National CB Radio Day” – well that’s a big 10-4. It is also the day where many of my former high school classmates will be part of a convoy headed to Arnaldo’s Banquet Hall to attend our 40-year high school reunion. I am opting out of this reunion, having decided to await the 50-year gathering and catch up on everyone’s life post-retirement. I have to admit that with the advent of Facebook, there would not be much to look forward to at a high school reunion nowadays, since the element of surprise in seeing former classmates and rekindling friendships is rather wrecked from glimpses of their lives via Facebook. Yup, Facebook should carry a “spoiler alert” as to high school or college reunions. We don’t even have to exert alot of effort to look up our old buddies. Once you plug in your high school name and graduation year, Facebook searches and gravitates former classmates’ profiles to your home page. Once you’ve “friended” one another, it’s time to reconnect to recollect old times. You can even check out Facebook friends and/or former classmates’ photo albums to view their significant other, children, … maybe even grandchildren. It is the modern era equivalent of the little “brag book” mini photo album that people used to carry around. So, essentially reviewing forty years’ passage of time is now accomplished with some messaging and a few mouse clicks through a friend’s Facebook pages. Perhaps nametags at reunions are no longer necessary since most people are on Facebook now.
I have connected and revisited old times with many high school chums since joining Facebook in 2010, but the girls I spent the most time with my last few years of high school are absent from my connections. I detailed how my very close girlfriends (or what you’d call your “BFF” nowadays) drifted so far apart soon after high school graduation in my July 28, 2013 blog post entitled “Wondering???” https://lindaschaubblog.net/2013/07/28/wondering
Sadly, our promises to one another to remain “forever friends” never applied once we set out in different directions, and an attempt at a five-year reunion amongst just us girls turned out to be an abysmal evening that could not end soon enough.
Via Facebook, I have been monitoring the LPHS Reunion Group which has added more and more grads from our class as the reunion plans progressed. I know I would not recognize most of these people if they stood next to me on the street; actually I’ve never met most of the people in the reunion group. We had 613 students in our June 1973 graduating class! A few people are trekking in from out of state and one is coming from Poland where he now lives. People are promising to take pictures tonight for the Facebook reunion site so I will look forward to vicariously enjoying the post-reunion dialogue and photos.
Sometimes it seems like just yesterday that we hastily scrawled “RMA” for Remember Me Always in one another’s class yearbook or on the back of a sepia-toned, wallet-sized photo. Can it really be four decades since we grouped together the morning after the all-night party to tearfully say our goodbyes? Those days are long gone but not forgotten. My handle is still “Linda Schaub” and I’ll catch you good buddies on the flip-flop. Over and out now….