Sunset over the lake from the deck.
“Who were the three senior girl cheerleaders?” was one of the questions in on our high school quiz I devised. We all got that one right but no one remembered the name of our principal. Funny which memories last 47 years!
Stone of Rememberance
For the 5th time since we turned 60, the “Island Queens” as we named ourselves flew in, trained in, drove in to pick me up and headed north for six days of our own high school reunion and so much more.
One more added to our trio this year and although two of us couldn’t remember any contact with our new queen for the last 44 years, the time machine worked it’s magic. Somehow we morphed into 18 year-olds full of a lifetime of wisdom.
Hair styling
Conversation flowed from make-up to the death of our parents, grandchildren to good brands of jeans, our own mortality to how to make biscotti. There was never a loss of words. In between we sang along to the soundtrack of the 60’s, dropped into all the cute shops on the island, sampled Wisconsin cheese, clinked glasses and celebrated that we made it this far.
New topics get added and ones repeated each year like that one night in the summer of 1968. God-talk comes up often and this year there was more politics than usual.
Our high school mantra were these words from Wordsworth we managed to get into the yearbook. We do bring back the hour one weekend every year in autumn.
Do you have your own high school reunions?
Hope for the best,
Tish
PS More Queens posts from the past: G’Old Friends: Freshman to Seniors, Road Trip Reunion
Hope for the Best 
Love this! Great friends are wonderful.