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Show JUST STUFF V BY JflN Vk s , -r J Ten years! Sounds like a long time, especially when it relates to how long a person has been out of high school. Ten is the magic number. The RHS graduating class of 79 held its 10 year class reunion over the Fourth of July weekend. It was a time for reminiscing and "remember whens"; a time for sharing stories and sharing memories; memo-ries; a lime for comparing notes, families and hair lines. A lot had changed over the years. Besides having a little less hair and a little more middle, most of the guys still looked the same. A few sported mustaches which were taboo in high school and most of them carried pictures of toddlers in their wallets instead of photos of girl friends and prom pictures. It was hard to believe that many of the guys, once concerned only with who they were going to take out Friday night, and would she go, how they were going to get the old pickup runnin', who they could get to buy 'cm some beer, or where they were going to go on their mission, were now husbands and fathers, bread winners of fine households, successful business men and responsible members of their communities. They had grown up to be fine men. The girls, too, had changed a little. Instead of girls wearing "Farrah Faucett" hair dos and with silly whispers and giggles, there were women of class and maturity, still fun and full of life, but a bit more mellow and mature. It was hard to imagine that many of the girls, once interested in whether or not they should dale someone from North Sevier, what they should wear to the dance, how Ihcy should wear their makeup and whether or not the present boyfriend was the "real true love," were now mothers, wives and working women, concerned with scraped knees, soccer practice, piano lessons and profit and loss reports. No one had yet made their million; mil-lion; no one had become rich and famous; no one had achieved their final dreams and none of us had succeeded in doing all and experiencing experi-encing all we had wanted; we were ready for another 10 years! Over all we'd worn well with the years. While much had changed, there were a few gray hairs and a few extra ex-tra pounds, the closeness we felt as a class seemed to remain, a bond that held together even over the years; a bond that let us pick up as if little time had passed; a bond that somehow united the most rowdy with the most prim and proper. A reunion, even after only 10 short years, can't be an easy thing to put together on short notice. But put-it-togcthcr they did. My hat is off to the reunion committee for a job well done. I thank the committee commit-tee for providing a time for me to share the memories, the happy thoughts, and even the tears of by gone years. Thanks to everyone who helped out; but a special thanks to Heidi Hall Winget, Julie Memmolt Anderson and Jennifer Drolc Anderson for all their hard work and effort. You brought the memories to life. Here's to RHS and the class of 79! |