A few days ago I ran across an old friend on Facebook. We only knew each other for a few years but shared those special memories that are made when you're 14 or 15 years old.
I'd have never known him from his picture. Usually you see something that triggers a memory but he completely outgrew himself. As I recall he was good looking as a teen and he's good looking today as a senior (citizen that is). He directed me to You Tube to see how he's spending his retirement. I guess he hasn't changed all that much after all.
We lived in the same neighborhood and took a school bus to/from school each day. We had the coolest bus driver. His name was Gabby and he treated us all like we were his favorite kids. In those days, girls had to take Home Educ. and one of the sessions was cooking. He was our guinea pig. Would you believe everything these 14 - 15 year old girls cooked or baked was "absolutely wonderful"? We believed it, he told us so.
The cool, older kids, the high school crowd, got to ride in the back of the bus. We Jr. Hi. kids couldn't wait for the day when we could graduate to the back. I mean, it's going from scrub to senior; you've reached the pinnacle. This friend sat in the back where he played his guitar and we were enthralled with his playing. It was 1956-57 and we were into Rockin' Robin, Party Girl, Rock Around the Clock. I was set to graduate from Jr. Hi in June of '57. In September I'd be one of the high school set and was looking forward to my turn with the "cool kids". - - - We moved in June, right after graduation. The teen years are tough.
But it was great to make the connection again, after all these years, and to revisit old memories. I have another friend that I rediscovered on Classmates. We email "stuff" back and forth and talk on the phone fairly regularly. The social network is great, it's become my own personal time machine and the 50's are a great place to visit.
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