This past Saturday I attended my 40th High School Class reunion. Who knew, or even thought about such a thing when they graduated? I took this picture minutes before I left for the reunion , to attend it with my husband's sister who graduated the same year, same high school. The high school where I met my husband. Yes, I did marry my high school sweetheart, and am still very much in love with him, and very happily married!
I did not know many people there, I attended Mount Tahoma High School in Washington for 2 years, and before that attended Hayfield High School in Virginia. I received invitations for that 40th reunion too. Two high schools on opposite coasts of this very big nation. Two perspectives, very different from each other, the mind-set and expressed values of each side of our nation
, two Washingtons, also very different.
I began high school ( 9th grade) in Alexandria , Virginia when Martin Luther King was peacefully marching for civil rights. I saw and lived in parts of the country where racial segregation was the law of the land, and it puzzled me, because I was from the Pacific Northwest where this was foreign to me.I was an Army brat, and saw my father play his guitar and sing along with his fellow brothers-in-arms on our own lanai in Hawaii, share meals with them,the men he fought along-side, who were of all races, only to see they were not allowed to drink from the same water fountain as us ,or attend school with me, in the south ( Fort Polk, Louisiana). I saw first-hand the burning and trashing of Alexandria in the late 60's, the destruction of much of Washington D.C., the encampment around Mt. Vernon ( home of George Washington) and the utter pollution and vandalism of the Potomac and surrounding areas by so-called "civil rights " groups, witnessed by my sisters and me as my father would steer his boat down the Potomac River past Mt. Vernon. My sisters and I saw all this, and we were of an age we did not realize we were seeing America at a crossroads, for better or worse.
I still have our local newspaper from Washington D.C. excitedly proclaiming "Man Lands On The Moon!" This was my reality in the late 60's and on into the 70's, and I did not know it was nation-changing history.What I did know was my father was being sent to Vietnam again, and his 2nd tour was during a time I saw and began to resent my fellow country-men & women.( This was my perspective in the 70's )I saw my father return home only to have to NOT wear his uniform to & fro in this country without fear of violence from his own people..and to this day I have few kind thoughts toward these people, many who betrayed our nation & rule our nation now.The ones who showed little honor, ( sorry, this is my blog & I'll say it plainly for once) defected, and left a generation of honorable men and women to fight, die, be imprisoned, leaving these very rebels to rule and ruin in these days.Bad judgement from our leaders caused the loss of so many at such a young age who chose to honor their country's laws. ( please know I am not defending the war ). I have seen honor scorned & mocked, the good betrayed by the very people they fought for. Those returning from war were demoralized and even broken, not by enemies of our country without, but enemies within. I truly believe this nation lost many of the best and most honorable during these years .
My high school reunion was pleasant. I was not going to go, but in the end attended with my husband's oldest sister. We graduated the same year. I talked to a few of the people I knew, but did not share the history with them they shared with so many others.I did not grow up in any one place, and I really felt that. Mostly I wanted to ask the people I knew,"How is your life?" "What makes you happy?" "What have you learned to value after all these years?" But, I did not,wish I had. Seems after all these years that silly high school intimidation and fear sets in...soooooo high school of me! May I ask you,after all these years, what would your answer be to these questions?
Well, there, I have shared things that have been on my mind for years. I just might delete this post if I think too much about it, but probably won't. I want to share these things with my children & grandchildren. I still don't know what to do with some of these feelings,and they remind me of how much I hurt for my father, he was honorable, and he suffered the scorn of countrymen he truly believed he fought for.Honor seems to have turned into a "situational ethics" show, and the deeply held values of generations past seem to hold little import for so many, again, offered up for ridicule & mockery.But I know God takes care of this, in His time.May we examine our hearts, our loyalties, and think for ourselves, asking for God's wisdom & discernment. Please? "But as for me, I trust in Thee , O Lord, I say "Thou art my God". My times are in Thy hand;" Psalm 31: 14,15