It’s been 50 years already?

I got something in the mail the other day, it was a notice that if I wanted to attend my high school reunion I needed to remit $55 for myself and another $55 for my guest.

Huh? Where is it at etc….

Seems like the first letter, sent some time in February just didn’t make it to my mailbox. That is according to a phone call to one of the organizers.

But 50 years already! It seems like only yesterday… The old high school building is gone, burned down in the early 90’s.  A lot of memories went with that building.

I just can’t get over the time passing.

Well I’m going to attend.

Just as a topic of discussion, how many other Ratburgers found that they can’t get over the time passing ? How many attended a class reunion? Was it fun? Did they discuss what one did in one’s life? etc etc etc

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Author: G.D.

I'm from Pensyltucky. Can trace my ancestry directly to whom the present day national anthem of Poland is written about. Presently repair slot machines at a casino.

18 thoughts on “It’s been 50 years already?”

  1. Happened to be my 50th this year also.

    We decided the memory is better than the present as far as High School goes.

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  2. I don’t think of high school very much. For me it is a long flight to attend a reunion so I doubt that I would go but it would be interesting to see the changes in people.

    I think life speeds up so much because are lives go into automatic actions. We get into a car and arrive at work seemingly instantly because we don’t have to think to hard traveling that same road. In a matter of no time the year is gone then the decade.

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  3. I have a handful of Facebook friends from high school.   Every now and then one of them posts a photo from those days.   I find it really interesting.

    That was a long time ago.   Time did not start flying by until we had kids.

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  4. G.D.:
    The old high school building is gone, burned down in the early 90’s.

    My old high school was bulldozed and the hill it stood on removed to make way for an office building and a strip retail mall.

    That was sort of unsettling because that hill had been the site of a Civil War skirmish.   So much for historic preservation.

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  5. Go, if you’re rich and good lookin’!

    Otherwise, it is not going to be fun…although,  in our area, it’s very likely that you will be  richer and better-lookin’  than your classmates, a lot of whom will look  like Ma Joad.

    At least, being a man, you won’t have to endure the simpering “ You  haven’t changed a bit!” “Thanks! Neither have you!”   It seems to me men are pretty brutal with each other:”Hey buddy? What happened to your hair?”   “ Wow, did you  pork up!”

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  6. Miffed White Male:
    High School burned down?  Are you a Sunnydale high Alum?

    Actually, they built a new high school and relegated the high school building to grades one through six. After a few years used as such, it started on fire one summer.

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  7. I went to an all male boarding prep school and graduated in 1963. There were only 34 of us. About 20 of us have had a reunion at least every 5 years since 83. The Prep burned down also so we now have destination sites on the east coast. We are meeting in Annapolis in late September but I may not go because we are moving. The guys are pretty special, a real bunch of characters. However we have lost many of the 34. I think everyone who smoked much after the 20 year reunion is gone, heart attacks and cancer.

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  8. Hypatia:
    It seems to me men are pretty brutal with each other

    Yes.   We revert to the same juvenile put-down humor that we recall from high school days.

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  9. I went to my 10th year HS and college reunions. Had fun but haven’t made it back due to time demands.  It was sobering to find out earlier this year that my best friend from  3rd grade died at age 63.

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  10. I recently wrote extensively about the profound mystery of time passing so quickly:

    “Nowadays, one inescapable mystery of life strikes most every time I think back on the course of my own youth. It is often a lancinating psychic pain: how have I gone from then ’til now so incredibly quickly? It feels like it was only yesterday that I was a promising, innocent young boy with much to anticipate. How I long to go back and whisper some of life’s present wisdom in that scared little boy’s ear. But I am already an old man who developed few of his talents – and even those not much to my satisfaction – with nothing left to look forward to; all life’s milestones, so exciting in the anticipation, are past but one. Where has my life gone…? Where have those lively, innocent, hopeful faces of my childhood companions gone? Many are already dead and this somehow just doesn’t compute. I shrink from the thought. I look at the cast bios while watching old movies on TCM. Those magnificent men, those beautiful women, so vibrant, so full of life…  they are all dead and gone, every one. My life now often consists of merely running out the clock with some lingering vague hope for finding meaning, recognition, affirmation or love (of a more abiding kind than the lust I once confused with love). Does the fact that I have lived make any difference, I ask myself as I count down my life one 90-day prescription refill (really seven bottles of them simultaneously every three months) at a time? Will I outlive the next refill or will it survive me? When my light goes out, all existence – as far as I am concerned – will cease. That, too, is a mystery – one I find presently painful, awe-inspiring, incomprehensible.”

    If you’re interested the entire screed is here.

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  11. civil westman:
    I recently wrote extensively about the profound mystery of time passing so quickly:

    “Nowadays, one inescapable mystery of life strikes most every time I think back on the course of my own youth. It is often a lancinating psychic pain: how have I gone from then ’til now so incredibly quickly? It feels like it was only yesterday that I was a promising, innocent young boy with much to anticipate. How I long to go back and whisper some of life’s present wisdom in that scared little boy’s ear. But I am already an old man who developed few of his talents – and even those not much to my satisfaction – with nothing left to look forward to; all life’s milestones, so exciting in the anticipation, are past but one. Where has my life gone…? Where have those lively, innocent, hopeful faces of my childhood companions gone? Many are already dead and this somehow just doesn’t compute. I shrink from the thought. I look at the cast bios while watching old movies on TCM. Those magnificent men, those beautiful women, so vibrant, so full of life…  they are all dead and gone, every one. My life now often consists of merely running out the clock with some lingering vague hope for finding meaning, recognition, affirmation or love (of a more abiding kind than the lust I once confused with love). Does the fact that I have lived make any difference, I ask myself as I count down my life one 90-day prescription refill (really seven bottles of them simultaneously every three months) at a time? Will I outlive the next refill or will it survive me? When my light goes out, all existence – as far as I am concerned – will cease. That, too, is a mystery – one I find presently painful, awe-inspiring, incomprehensible.”

    If you’re interested the entire screed is here.

    I dont have to look up the link, CW, I remember your post.

    Yeah….I think it was Grace Paley who wrote, “It is important to remain cheerful, for the sake of younger people who may have begun to suspect.”

    But—the quotidian is blesséd, at least while we’re lucky enough to escape life-threatening news.

    ”What are days for?/ Days  are where we live./ They come, they wake us/ Time and time over./ They are to be happy in./Where can we live  but days?”  (—Phillip Larkin)

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  12. If I were a high school and graduated Gerry, I want to burn down too. There are limits to how much stress a building can take. 😉

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  13. “Yeah….I think it was Grace Paley who wrote, “It is important to remain cheerful, for the sake of younger people who may have begun to suspect.”

    Inside every old person is a young person screaming “What the hell happened?”

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  14. 10 Cents:
    If I were a high school and graduated Gerry, I want to burn down too. There are limits to how much stress a building can take. 😉

    Listen you poor imitation of a human being, under the guise of an old worn out smelly gym sock, I have traveled this world and made my mark in this world, maybe not as a demonstrative way as John, but still, I have touched many lives and they undoubtedly are better for it.

    What can you say for yourself other than someone else setting up a forum so you can play sock god?

    Right, nothing.

    Why don’t you just get dressed in your dress-like traditional garb and go someplace in the corner where no one can see what you are doing and well…. do what you normally do when wearing a dress-like garment.

    ( seriously now, gentle Ratburgers, I’m just busting the sock puppet with a level 3.6, so please just take it in stride.. )

    ( This IS JUST a TEASE, the venerable Sock Puppet does not go into a corner, he gets lost in a dryer from time to time, but corners are not his thing. )

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  15. “What can you say for yourself other than someone else setting up a forum so you can play sock god?”

    I make a good target joyfully.

    This is traditional garb for me but not in these colors.

    Gerry, if you are ever near Rockall stop on by. (See Richard Easton’s Post.)

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