This 'n That

Gosh, had to get up early for the last gathering of our class at brunch. We had a little more structured time this morning for those who wanted some time to talk as a group -- but it turned into a "Trivial Pursuit" time of reminicsing. I even won a bottle of wine for remembering what teacher "never polished his shoes?" Our History teacher Mr. Hurst wore beautiful Italian suits, but never ever polished his shoes -- he'd been an MP in World War II and had vowed he'd never polish another shoe when he got out of the service!


I took these pictures the other day on the road to Cow Lake:




I don't know how palatable wild iris are for cattle feed, but there were a lot of them blooming and they sure were pretty!


This is the view from Auntie Violet's front door this evening as the sun was going down:

Every year the American Legion puts up flags all the way around the cemetery for Memorial Day. This morning, they were flapping in the breeze and the sunlight and this evening they are perfectly still as the sun sets.

And one last picture of Auntie Violet snuggled in for the night in the trees:

High School Reunions

Last year I went to Forry's high school 50th reunion and this year I am attending mine. Ritzville High School, where we both graduated, is unique in the United States for having held reunions every year (except the year Mount St. Helen's blew) since the very first class graduated in 1904. Every year they honor the current graduating class, the 25 year class, and the 50 year class. Since everyone is invited to the reunions, there are also gatherings of 5, 10, 20 year classes, etc. I think this year I saw in the paper where the 65 year class is having a party! They expect to have 350+ people for the banquet tomorrow night.

I was being very lazy this morning, still lounging around in my night clothes when there was a knock at the motor home door. To my surprise and delight, it was our dear friend Polly who had stopped by to invite us to have lunch. (We had stopped by their place on our way home from Cow Lake yesterday and visited with John, but Polly had just left and we hadn't gotten a chance to see her.) My parents had lived just across the hill from Polly and John when we were teenagers on the farm and I have fond memories of riding my horse over to their place to baby-sit or visit.

We met Polly at the "new" Mexican restaurant (the "old" Circle T) downtown after she had gotten her hair done -- and I'd had a shower! We had a wonderful lunch catching up on everyone's families. Polly is a very young 85 and such a dear soul to talk to -- so interested in what everyone is doing!

About 4 PM, Forry and I headed over to the Golf Club where the Class of '59 was gathering. While I am not much for reunions, it was kind of fun to check everyone out and see how much they had or hadn't changed!

Poor Forry -- it was his 70th birthday and he spent it at my reunion...!