Tuesday, November 13, 2007
A tribute to someone who deserves one
I hope this isn't more than momentarily confusing, because the picture has nothing to do with what I'm writing about.
This is something I've been thinking about for the last three weeks, because in some respects, I really wondered why I had gone to the reunion. My younger brother Steve, who was 7 when I graduated from Woodson, put it best:
"Why are you going to your reunion? You hated high school."
Maybe, but time really does heal almost all wounds -- if you wait long enough.
As it turns out, there was one really special person in our graduating class, even if we didn't know it at the time.
I never met Dale Morgan until October 20th, 2007, more than 40 years after we left Woodson, but she deserves so much credit as the person who has put a tremendous amount of effort into keeping our class together. Or at least as together as 804 people scattered all over the world can be.
I saw it in her reunion efforts, and in her open friendliness with people she never knew and others who weren't even part of our class, and I have seen it so much in her friendly comments to people on this Web site in the last three weeks.
She really is something, isn't she?
It is my loss that I never knew Dale in high school. She was just one of those beautiful girls who seemed so much like young goddesses to me at the time. I have come to see since then that all of us were just kids with our own flaws, weaknesses and insecurities, and I did what I could to make sure my own kids had as little trouble in that area as possible.
If any of you were fortunate enough to have read Dan Jenkins' wonderful book, "Baja Oklahoma," you may remember that in the final scene, Willie Nelson introduces the heroine, Juanita Hutchins, as "the mother of our country."
In an earlier comment, Dale told me how lovely my daughter was and then said she hadn't been fortunate enough to have children of her own.
In the very best way, you are the mother of our class.
I'm proud to know you at last.