School Reunions

Hi there Journal Friends,

Well for some going to a school reunion can be painful or refreshing. It is hard to see ourselves physically aging when sometimes our memories of "school days" are so vivid and we still feel "young at heart".

As society tries to teach more about bullying I have had discussions with other people my age and I guess it really is not a new thing but has got way out of control.

At first I never thought I had experienced this painful occurence but then I remembered that my bullying took a verbal form. My dear Mom was the Juvenile Delinquency officer and Police Woman and Social Worker and bottom line if you got into trouble with the police and a girl was involved Mrs. Miller was called to the scene.

I remember walking into the girls washroom and all of a sudden total silence.

But you know somehow I must have had some inner strength that it really did not bother me (at least consciously) as my parents did a marvellous job in giving me such a healthy self-esteem all my life that these times quickly disappeared in my memory bank.

I know as a young child I would always stick up for the people that were being picked on. There is no doubt the lessons I was taught in Sunday School were intrumental in these actions...I remember once I came home and wanted my mom to give this girl some of my clothes as I had so many and she had hardly anything. In later years my Mom told me I had taught her how to be a good Samaritan.

Well next month my 47th. school reunion is being held and I look forward to it as the past few years we have been busy at our restaurant but this year we will take out our trailer and just enjoy the companionship of old classmates.

It is always my desire to visit with someone that maybe I knew very little about and talk with them about how their life has gone.

Lori was raised in a very loving and safe home and was ignorant of some things that went on behind closed doors.

When I decided to go to College to take Social Services like my Mom it only took till Christmas to say to her that I could NOT do it. I was sickened and appauled by the conditions some children had to live under.

Again THANK YOU GOD for placing me in the home of the Miller's where I was loved and protected from some of this world's evil.

Here is a collage of pictures from when my parents adopted me, a group of my "buddies" (can you spot the future hubby?) and a 1962 picture as well as a recent one of me with my newest grandchild.

Thank-you Lord for the life you have given me....It is my desire to serve you all the days of my life...