Archives for September 2019

I recently attended my 50th year class reunion. It’s the third one I’ve been to since I graduated from a large city school in 1969.

I shared my fun experience with friends and family and suggested they attend their next reunion. Some said they planned to, but others didn’t believe they would.

GO!

There isn’t much change to see in early reunions, but by the time the 50th rolls around, we’ve had a lifetime of experiences and growing.

Without name tags, I wouldn’t have recognized many classmates. I’ve kept in contact with one of my “best friends” but other than bumping into a classmate at the grocery store or event, high school remains a memory.

Throughout the years, we married, divorced, moved away, dedicated ourselves to careers, children, grandchildren, lost loved ones, and became a bit more humbled.

Many of the “cool kids” actually remembered me and distributed warm and caring hugs. “Weren’t you?” seemed to be a common phrase, and “do you remember teacher so and so?”

Our hair was dyed, natural, or gone. Some of us limped to the buffet line or slipped on reading glasses.

I heard about travels, volunteer work, mission areas, and how their lives have changed throughout the years.

Along one wall were pictures of classmates that we’ve lost. I had planned to talk with several old friends who are now gone. One particular guy jumped the fence at the outdoor drive-in movie and hopped into the backseat of my car where my twin, two best friends, and I were viewing the show. I remember we squeezed together in our little Rambler and talked and laughed the whole time. I never got to share this with him. We need to take time today, because tomorrow is not guaranteed.

I left well before the stroke of midnight, and mentioned if God willing, I’d see them at the 55th class reunion.

So, if you’re wondering reunion or not. Make it a YES!

 

 

 

Last year at this time, my grandson and friend found a lost kitten they named One-eyed Willy. I posted a story about the adventure, and thought many of you would like to see Willy’s birthday picture.

Below is the original post followed by his photo.

With urgency in his voice, my grandson called me last week and asked if I could come over to his house. He and a friend found a stray kitten while riding their bikes. According to both boys, the kitten had one eye. I stopped everything I had been doing and drove at record speed to my daughter’s home. My grandson’s friend along with his friend’s brother and sister stood wide-eyed watching my daughter assess the health condition of a tiny orange fur ball, already confirmed a male, and named One-eyed Willy.

The kitten’s eye wasn’t missing, but sealed shut due to some type of infection. The little thing had sores on his behind. We decided to give One-eyed Willy a bath in Dawn Dish Soap to kill fleas. I raced back home for my cat flea comb and mite medicine as the kitten’s ears were filled with mites. After an hour of removing fleas and mites in a tepid bath and rinse, the kitten began to purr. An outdoor makeshift bed was created for him along with a dish of warm milk, water, and soft cat food. He didn’t seem old enough to eat solids, but scarfed down the meal.

Needless to say, after a veterinary visit, Willy is a member of my grandson’s household and free from fleas and sickness.

Thank you, boys, for stopping to aid a kitten in need. You could have cycled on, ignoring the situation. So many animals are left to fend for themselves.

Please neuter or spay your pets, and when seeking a furry member for your home, check out local pet rescue adoptions and the Humane Society. This little guy will be forever loved.

Willy today.

Luke 19:10

“For the son of man came to seek and save the lost.”