While cleaning up (and tossing out), I found my old yearbooks from high school. How can you not stop what you are doing and look through them?
(Seriously, I look for any excuse to stop work on a real project!)
Initially I was struck by how young we all looked. As you age day-to-day you don’t notice the jowls and rolls accumulating on your frame. Than one day you wonder who that old person is in the mirror! (This doesn’t apply to you. You will always be young and gorgeous!)
As I flipped through, I saw all my old friends. Many are gone. Some permanently as in death and others moved to other states. I am not in touch with any high school friends. (Having said that, my bestie died about five years ago. We had been in touch even when she moved to a different state until her death.)
The clothes — did we really wear that? Girls weren’t allowed to wear pants to school back then so it was dresses or skirts/sweaters/blouses with either knee-high socks or hose.
For those of you who are young, hose was a medieval form of torture for women. It’s a very sheer fabric that covers your legs up to your thighs (pantyhose had not yet been invented along with the internet). They stayed up with a contraption of a garter belt with crazy looking hooks that pinched and made marks on your legs.
Hosiery also ran if you looked at it cross-eyed. Mostly we wore knee-high socks unless it was hot. Cheaper and easier.
There were those hideous cats-eye glasses too. Yikes! ‘Nough said about that. (Contact lenses had just been invented but no one could afford them.)
The guys looked so…thin. They hadn’t filled out around the face and neck. There wasn’t much peach fuzz on the baby face either. All the guys greased their hair (with Brylcreem…a little dab will do ya!) We thought they were hunks. *bangs head on desk*
The teachers looked old. Even at today’s perspective, they look old! (Seriously we look a lot younger these days!)
There were contrived photos of seniors at the various contributors’ stores. There was a picture of three kids walking up the steps at a funeral parlor. Glad I didn’t get that assignment. Another was of an ice cream shop. I didn’t get that gig either.
As a matter of fact, I noticed that I wasn’t in any of the photos except for my senior picture. (This picture was when I learned that you NEVER EVER get a haircut the day before any function that will result in a photo.)
My friends and I did not leave a footprint in our high school yearbook!
We were active in school. We were in clubs; attended athletic games; and dances. Why weren’t any of us in pictures?
It was the same group of kids in everything. Homecoming, plays, recitals. We all attended those things but there was a group of ten to fifteen that were in all the pictures. All. Of. Them.
I was shocked. I attended a small school. Our graduating class was 110 kids. The yearbook “team” selected groups and scheduled shots but there was a teacher advisor looking over all of this. What was he/she thinking? Perhaps this was back in the day before self-esteem was invented (along with pantyhose and the internet). No one really cared about anyone feeling left out, especially 50 years later!
We’ve come a long way baby!