Last night was the 45th reunion of our high school graduating class. Just in case there is confusion, we were the class of 1970, graduated from Isaac Litton High School, and proud of it! Litton High Forever!
I know why we are so proud of being from Litton as it is a school of generations, and yet, in the not-too-distant future, there will be no more living graduates of this great school. The class of 1970 was the next-to-last class to graduate with a Litton diploma. For this reason, we have a sense of urgency in preserving our history and maintaining our connections. Many of my classmates can claim parents or grandparents who were also graduated from Litton, a family legacy. The continuation of the legacy ended in 1971.
Last night we celebrated high school days; the days when freedom was gained with a driver's license, when first serious kisses were had, when lifelong friendships were forged, when lessons were learned at the feet of excellent teachers, when hearts swelled at the opening strains of Malaguena, when teams were cheered to victory and teammates were celebrated even in defeat, when awkward adolescents morphed into poised teens, when we crossed the threshold into adulthood.
So, I share some pictures from a most lovely night. Notice the joy on faces that have changed with time, yet somehow remain so dearly familiar.
Coach Forehand ~ yes folks one of our teachers
one of our favorite teachers
not sure where he is hiding that fountain of youth
from which he must be imbibing
The Queen of the Evening,
Our fearless leader and planner
Thank you Melinda
That fellow in the middle officiated at these two's wedding
He does good work, for they are one of the great couples.
Proof that mixed marriages do work.
Imagine a Stratford boy and a Litton girl living happily ever after.
For today, I wish you lifelong friendships, great memories, bonded hearts, and I wish you
blessings