|Ellen Gunning Jones|
Two days later, stepping out of the car to go shopping for new shoes, that wouldn't hurt my feet and yet look stylish, my cell phone rang. Forty-five minutes later I walked into Brown's Shoe store with grin on my face.
|Judy Scruggs Mathers|
A classmate I hadn't talked with since graduation, Ann Habeger, called me one evening and my husband fixed his own dinner that night. Forty-eight years melted as we laughed. "We must have passed each other in the crowd at the Solheim Cup last summer," we both said simultaneously.
|Scotty driving my old car.|
Each story gets better. On Thanksgiving morning at 5:30am, when sleep left me tossing and turning, I crawled out of bed and began emailing classmates one by one...connecting.
Our committee of searchers has grown from 15-40 and one by one we are finding our nearly lost classmates. Last week as the stories began to filter in to me to update our website, I laughed over and over at a reoccurring theme. "I found......because he was home recuperating from knee surgery." I can imagine the future conversations..."well I had my knee replaced ..... or I'm thrilled with my new hip that Dr...... built for me." Somehow I don't see many of us dancing to Chubby Checker's The Twist on the night of our 50th class reunion, but who knows with new joints we may be able to do things we haven't done in some time.
Goosebumps...One by one the stories connected us like the construction paper rings we used to make in grade school to hang on our Christmas trees. A close friend, C.Ann Richards, died in the early '80's. She'd been much like the boy in the bubble story, as her body was ravaged with allergies and breathing issues. Her father and mother had taught her to sing to build her lungs and make her strong. She was my nature friend who loved to play at Tar Creek with me; and became a golfing companion in our years in junior high. No matter what she did, she did it with gusto, as my mother would say, and often with complete abandonment. My father once built a small car for me (shown above with Scotty). One day on the wide sidewalks at NEO where I had parked my car, C.Ann jumped into the car without me and drove it right into a bush then a building. That wreck nearly cost me my driving privileges, but what do you do with a friend like C.Ann.
|C.Ann Richards Ricker|
Cecila Ann Richards Ricker b. September 1, 1947 -- d. September 12, 1985
Scott Jackson b. May 20, 1952 -- d. November 10, 2013