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Memory Lane in Marshall is spelled N-o-c-t-u-aPosted Thursday, December 20, 2012, at 2:01 PM
By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD
Oh, my gosh! Guess what I just found in a box in the basement? My high school yearbook.
The 1950 Noctua and all my scrapbooks from those happy days.
Days that used to be, I live in memories among my souvenirs. I'll just bet you have a lot of those same memories I have so let us recall some of those days of our youth.
Remember, everyone used to sign your yearbook? "To a real sweet girl." "Remember Old Dog Face?" (a pet name we had for a favorite teacher). "I'll never forget those days at the Indian Bathtub when Tommy brought us peanut butter sandwiches when we were starving."
"We will always remember those great parties at Martha Ann's beautiful home on Eastwood."
"You wore the neatest sweater."
Or the best one, Donna wrote, "I remember when you crashed my slumber party and how much fun we had laughing about it." Or, Martha Jean going peeking in the window at the band just to see Freddie. They later married and lived happily ever after.
And, when a new, handsome teacher, Mr. Greene, came and we all thought he looked like a movie star.
Above all you just hoped you never got called to the principals office caught chewing gum in class!
Slam Books! That fad hit us big time. In a spiral notebook we wrote all our friends names down and passed it around for everyone to write something (nice, you hoped) about us. I've still got that book, filled with memories and all the sweet things they wrote about us.
You know in these days of bullying and people being so mean to one another, back then everyone had nice or funny things to say about us. We never thought about being mean.
Forty-five years later, Donna and I went to the class reunion of the kids two years ahead of us. We looked around at all those "idols" of our girlhood days, "Is that --? Can that be --?
How in the world did they look so old when we haven't changed a bit?
I'll tell you why. We see one another every other day or so and in our minds eye, we will always be the girls in the yearbook of 1950 and there we shall stay.
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