The sign above stands outside of Mathews High School even though here it references Gloucester. The Class of
Below is the part of the school that housed the gym when my father went to school there. The old gym served as an auditorium when I went there. My son and daughter are there now, and that same space is the library; the auditorium is in the new Harry M. Ward addition. Mr. Ward was my principal, and his son is related to me on my mother's side.
Who here is
Below is what's left of my varsity jacket. Everything has held up pretty well over the years, but whatever material that is on the sleeves? It's sticky. And gross.
Below is what's left of my mother's very valiant attempts at getting all my patches and varsity pins on the jacket. I had track pins, basketball pins, perhaps even a tennis pin, but most of them fell off long ago.
One spring I played tennis and ran track simultaneously
(Hello, Kids? The whole metric thing
|Those dots on the M once held pins.|
Meaningless Trivia: In 1982, I high jumped 5'6" and ran the 110-yard low hurdles in 15.1 seconds at the state meet. I remember hitting 14.9 seconds in another meet but Who here
(CBW! Pick your head up off that keyboard this instant!)
Before I start writing pages of
- It's difficult to believe that 30 years have passed since graduating high school.
- It's even more difficult to believe my son and daughter will graduate from this same school in the foreseeable future.
- That so many of my classmates still live in Mathews or have moved back speaks volumes about this sleepy little speck on the map.
- Completely unrelated, there is talk of The Perfect Storm brewing that could bring us some nasty weather in the next several days.
I'm looking forward to the Homecoming parade, the football game, the reunion, and the possibility of a good storm, whether perfect or imperfect.
Have a wonderful weekend.