It was a beautiful day in Memphis…May 1963.  We had just graduated from high school, and from the smiles on our faces, we were happy about that.  We all piled into this Morris Minor convertible and someone snapped the photo…magically capturing a moment in time.

There were applications for college or other plans for futures already set in place.  There were over 200 of us in that graduating class.  I made it to the 10th and 20th KHS reunions, but most of my classmates I would never see again.  I wasn’t aware of that sad fact on this happy day above.

Fifty years ago there were no computers as we know today, no internet, no email and most of us didn’t have automobiles.  We used the telephone to call one another as soon as we walked home from school to talk about our day.  Nevermind, we had just seen one another an hour or so before.  We were all great students with good grades.  We were in the Honor Society, Student Council, Talon yearbook staff and different other extracurricular activities.  We did a lot of things as groups – like roller skating on Friday nights.  We all loved roller skating!  I can still remember the thrill of skating fast in the roller rink to the sounds of the 50’s and 60’s rock and roll!  I loved skating backwards.  I would love to try roller skating again with my grandchildren…but somehow, fifty years later, I’m afraid I’d break a hip!

Most of our mothers sewed our clothes and we all had great wardrobes.  To school we wore saddle oxfords and penny loafers (usually with white socks) or flats.  On Sundays, we wore “high heels” with hosiery.  By the time we were in college, the heels were really high and were called “spikes”!  Not as high as the platform “stilletos” today but definitely high heels.  Oh funny things, memories…

I saw this photo for the first time yesterday on Facebook (shared by a friend in my KHS class and used with her permission).  The memories came flooding in.  You may think you have forgotten something but you haven’t.  Those memories are still there…just layered over with years and years of other memories in time.

In case you can’t tell which one I am in the photos.  In the automobile, I’m the one standing up.  Photo below:  second from right.  😉