May is graduation time. As graduation announcements begin to roll in, I think back to my own high school graduation. Rivercrest High School, Class of 1980. Just yesterday to me. As a high school senior, the last looooonnng year drags and anticipation builds up to that all important moment when you walk across the stage to receive your much deserved diploma, trying to smile for the camera while balancing that ill-fitting mortarboard hat.
I remember thinking that hat was going to fall off my head, plus it was squishing my carefully feathered bangs totally flattening my hair which I had curled loosely on hot rollers. It was rocking the Farrah ‘do when I left the house until Mrs. Meadows adjusted it, securing it to my skull with bobby pins. Just give me my diploma so I can start my life, please.
I remember thinking that hat was going to fall off my head, plus it was squishing my carefully feathered bangs totally flattening my hair which I had curled loosely on hot rollers. It was rocking the Farrah ‘do when I left the house until Mrs. Meadows adjusted it, securing it to my skull with bobby pins. Just give me my diploma so I can start my life, please.
Yesterday, with my life in full swing, I attempted to make a dent in our disorganized garage. In the bottom of a storage crate, I ran across my senior year Memories book. And that was the end of my garage cleaning project. Wiping the cover clean of dust bunnies, I immediately plopped down on the dirty floor of the garage to relive a bit of 1980.
Apparently I was a big time scrapbooker before scrapbooking was in vogue as every single page of the book was completely filled with thoughts, pictures, and newspaper and magazine clippings. Or maybe I was just bored to death. Flipping through the pages I realized I had unearthed a time capsule. It looked as if it might have been living in the bottom of a locker at Rivercrest for the past thirty-two years. Or buried in the field beside the school parking lot where my little yellow corvette accidentally threw gravel peeling out for the last time.
As I read through the pages, I was struck by how fortunate I am to still be friends with many of my classmates and teachers.
It was the year the Rivercrest Colts beat the rival Osceola Seminoles 9-6 on November 2, 1979, at home. I know because I wrote all about it. It’s recorded in ink for all of eternity, in my handwriting, probably with a Bic pen, and backed up with a newspaper clipping of the same. Back then, before Rivercrest dominated every sport throughout the entire state of Arkansas, Osceola always beat us, SoThisWasBIG. We had a great baseball team too, also walloping the Seminoles 14-3 to win Regionals. It still makes me happy.
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| Tim Hardin |
It was the year my classmate Tim Allen (from Dyess not Hollywood) and I won our three-legged race during intermurals, but he received a broken arm and I got 6 stitches in my chin for our efforts. That gym floor was slick in sock feet. We were unable to compete in the final heat.
According to my anthology, Billy Joel and Pink Floyd were my favorite musical artists, and my preferred television shows were Dallas, SNL, Three’s Company (RIP John Ritter) and Dukes of Hazzard. Movies = Grease, Halloween (the original one) and The Jerk. Reflecting on this, I think these are all good choices still.
I loved Hang Ten and Chic clothing, Candies shoes and Jontue perfume. I have pictures of these logos plastered on the “Gradfad” page…And an Arkansas Razorback banner – why did I not attend the University of Arkansas?
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| News From Planet Earth |
On the “News From Planet Earth” page, I glued headlines of the Persian Gulf Crisis, Khomeini, Teheran, the Crisis in Iran. So basically nothing has changed. There was also the headline “Did Elvis Die From Drug Abuse?” Really? Was society debating this during in 1980? Everyone knows Elvis is still alive living in Arizona…
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| 2 pages dedicated to the race track??? |
The fact that I devoted two entire pages to the horse races speaks to my obvious gambling problem. There wasn’t a “horse race page” in the book, but I surely made room including losing tickets and season guest passes and a detailed diary of the entire weekend with the Barnetts. I’m certain my comprehensive account of the events would hold up in federal court should I be required to testify for some reason. And so my journal begins with, “We left for Hot Springs on Wednesday, April 2, 1980. This was during our Easter vacation. Clyde Barnett left at 7:00 am, Daddy left at 8:10 am, Mrs. Barnett, Bob and Bill left at 3:30 and Momma, Staci, Craig and I followed after that. We had 4 vehicles up there.” According to my specifics, “Craig and I placed all our bets together, betting $66.00 and losing $69.00 by the end of day one, winning $58.20 by the end of the 3rd race on day two but losing $12.70 by day’s end. On the 3rd day in the 9th race (the Fantasy Stakes) Craig bet $5 across the board on Bold ‘n Determined, Staci bet $5 to show on Honest & True and I bet $5.00 on Satin Ribera. All 3 horses came in, and I was ahead $20 at day’s end”. SERIOUSLY!? I kept track of all this. Did my parents not realize I had a gambling problem at an early age? I was insane and destined to be a bookie but ended up a banker – a close second I suppose.
Not surprisingly, I have a list of every single graduation gift I received. Unlike the popular gift of cash or gift card for today’s grad, most people gave actual presents in 1980. Like towels or picture frames or a Cross pen set or 2 pairs of bikini panties.…Yes. 2 pairs of bikini panties from a family in Keiser who shall remain nameless. Apparently I didn’t think it was one bit odd at the time, because I proudly listed it in my book. I wonder if this was their standard gift to all Keiser grads? Did BeckyJudyNormaAnitaCarrieMary receive this as well? (I swear this is true. And no, it wasn’t from the Barnetts.)
Lots of classmates wrote little messages in my book. Everyone proudly signed their name with “class of 80”. It was a very good year. Next time I go home I may bury this valuable cache of historic information in front of the school by the brick wall where the Future Business Leaders take yearbook pictures. Hundreds of years from now, new emerging civilizations will discover it and wish they had it so great. And they will wonder what the hell kind of gift bikini panties were for graduation…
Happy Graduation!
talya
Musical Pairing:
Excerpts of friend comments from my Memory book:
“Without you failing your test too, I could have never made it.” darla h.
“I’ll never forget the first time I saw you in biology, stuck-up, but now you are a great friend.” tim a.
“I didn’t get to know you like I wanted to know you, but what I know is good.” clay w.
“You are a great friend and a great person and very great looking with a great personality and a great singing voice.” joe a.
“We’ve had great times together and I’m sure there will be more to come.” craig b.
“Let’s keep in touch and don’t let your feet stick to the Murr Theatre.” becky p.
“Don’t change a thing and you will go far daughter.” tim h.
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| Kelsey – Class of 2007 Threw hat in the air… |
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| Tate – Class of 2011 Balancing that hat |
Oh Talya, I still have my “Memories” book as well. I also found a type of collage I made with all of my favorite things in high school. I will have to scan it and share it with you. Honestly, some of the things I liked – now I think “why???”!
Such a cute story – loved it!
Robin
Did you get any bikini panties for graduation? haha
I loved this one. It brought back some memories: Us going to HP in four different cars.LOL. I remember that well. How funny was that? Clyde never traveled with the rest of us. Wonder why? Thomas did on occasion.
I need to find my program in football where Keiser beat Osceola our senior year. That would be “Class of 1955”!
What really shocked me in this blog. You have been out of high school THIRTY-TWO YEARS. That can’t be right!
AND: I didn’t realize you had a gambling problem! LOL. Talya’s Mom
(Please tell who gave you the bikini panties.)
I know! 32 years…
You will die when I tell you.
I shall dig my Memories book out the next visit to the farm. Such a fun write! Makes me feel old. The twins will graduate in 2018 (if all goes well!) Yikes!
Yours is right by the night stand. I saw it last time I was there.
Becky’s comment in your book is cracking me up!
All the comments were hilarious.
I remember when you came back from Baylor after going to homecoming with the Wooten’s. You wanted to transfer. You and your dad sat down in the “pool hall” to discuss this. He finally said: “Okay, you can transfer one time. After that, if you want to change schools, you are going to the University of Arkansas.” Now Tate is up there. Thomas would be so proud. Of course, he was alway so proud of you and Staci graduating from Baylor. Talya’s Mom
life changing decision
I found mine, recently, as well. Most of mine was taken up by stuff like the playbook for the senior play. My one and only experience acting. 🙂
What was the play? Just curious. I remember being a pick-pocket in Oliver. LOL
Awesome! I’m glad to know that I wasn’t the only one getting bikini panties for graduation! JK, this is my favorite so far!
hahaha Bryan. Thanks!
Thank you, Talya, for another awesome ride down Memory Lane! And WOW, thanks for posting the picture of that too-skinny-dude baseball player…haha! I haven’t seen that picture in years! Also, I’m glad you took my advice. You haven’t changed much since Graduation…you’re still as sweet and beautiful as ever, my daughter, and the only slight changes in you are positive changes. And haha…I’m sorry to say that I DIDN’T get the bikini panties I’d been hoping for for graduation! =( …Wassupwitdat? You and Bryan must’ve known the right people is all I’m saying.=)