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It was the best of time, it was the worst of times.... with apologies 
to Charles Dickens and our beautiful Ruth West, who instilled her love 
of literature in most of us.......

I'm talking the Fifties! Everyone who didn't experience them thinks it 
was so cool back then. Even Beavis and Butthead, the great social 
commentators of the nineties, have the misconception that there were 
no problems then. I remember those years very differently...no rock and 
roll concerts, so little television programming...and all those 
petticoats to starch every Saturday. We had to have pep assemblies in 
the gym. .we had to go through our dad's white shirts to find one he 
wasn't going to wear..and the very worst...when you finally did get a 
plaid shirtwaist dress to match your boyfriend's shirt, they were never
clean at the same time.  Oh sure, nights at the Hive were great, and 
the hamburgers at "the stinger" were the best...the proms in the gym 
were really cool, but we didn't even get to rent a limo, and instead of 
the $500 designer beaded gowns of 93, we had to fight all those ruffles 
and hoop skirts. The words to our favorite songs were almost silly..
"A Rose and a Baby Ruth", "Earth Angel", "True Love", "Tutti Fruitti" 
and "Love is a Many Splendored Thing".  We missed out on the heavy 
stuff by Megadeath, Red Hot Chili Peppers and all those rappers, so 
nice, with the first or last name of "Ice". Oh simple, silly us....we 
liked Nat King Cole, Elvis, The Platters, and Pat Boone! We liked all 
those Saturdays at the Rialto watching Debbie Reynolds as Tammy and
Shirley Jones in Oklahoma...where were all the psychotic Single White 
Females and Fatal Attraction and Basic Instinct blondes then?  How in 
the world did we survive without a Jack in the Box, Arby's, Long John 
Silvers, or a Taco Bell when all we had was a Dairy Queen, the Dixie 
Dog, Carl's and the Eat Well?

Our children, our grandchildren, unfortunately, have to worry about 
drugs, high cholesterol, guns at school and A.I.D.S while they refer to
us as the "carefree generation". But we had our worries too...our best 
cinch belt had just started curling on the sides, our boyfriend ran out
of Butch Wax, and the fuzzy came off our poodle when we washed our 
favorite skirt.

A line from the song "The Way We Were" comes to mind..."Things were oh 
so simple then"....and I for one, thank God every day for the way we 
were. We had the glorious luxury of simplicity...and while some say we 
cannot and should not live in the past, I must admit, I love the past 
I lived in!!

You have probably seen one of my favorite bumper stickers which
says..."Of all the things I've lost,. I miss my mind the most".  Even 
though my children claim my senility level has progressed from having
"sometimers disease" to "most timers", my long term memory of the 
members of the class of 58' remains vivid and loving. I am so glad our 
memories are renewed so often at reunions.  In the chaos of raging 
teenage hormones, we may have thought they were the worst of times. 
Looking back on those years, I believe they were nearly the best. These 
years, 35 years later, are the best of times!

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