What a weekend! The 50th Reunion happened! It was great to rekindle friendships from our Dixie Hollins Class of 1969 and make new friends meeting family members and significant others. Though it took months to plan the reunion, the weekend seemed to fly! With so many traveling from around the nation to join us, Jason Mraz’s “93 Million Miles” lyrics are a “must” to share – even for those choosing to remain close to their St. Petersburg roots. Be sure to click “full screen” when viewing – you just might see yourself!
Know we were thrilled to have you all back home!
Special thanks to the Reunion Committee and all who worked so hard to make this a successful event. Also, special thanks to fellow graduate Mike Giles for donating his time and talent to provide music for us on Friday evening!
Keep checking in. There’s lots more to come!
My photos are limited so please be sure to submit any reunion photos you can to me at firstname.lastname@example.org so I can get them posted.
So – we should all know the Golden Girls – not that I’m putting anyone in this category! Here is a humorous look at what to expect when well intentioned non-schoolmates crash a Baby Boomer class reunion party! Enjoy!
“Be True to your School” – the Beach Boys
Watching a Beach Boys cover band last week brought this almost forgotten song to mind and fond moments to remember from Dixie Hollins High School back in 1969. We were definitely true to our school! We’re still looking for memories to share from our high school days or memories from your high school days which brought you to who you are today. Were you a great parent? Top chef? Successful writer? Teacher, minister, business person? How did you contribute to others in the last fifty years? How did high school influence your thinking, actions, and goals achieved? Whether simple or grand – every achievement is worth the share! You are appreciated!
The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines Rite of Passage as a ritual, event, or experience that marks or constitutes a major milestone or change in a person’s life.
Our graduation in 1969 was a major rite of passage. We were leaving a community we finally and hopefully had found a sense of belonging to and venturing to new communities as yet unknown – the workforce, military, vocational school, college…
We were the fortunate ones – attending high school when memories were less fleeting, longer lasting, and more enjoyable to make. With no limitless technology to distract us, we focused on each other, what we sought to accomplish, and making memories.
We gather soon to once again reminisce and relive the memories we made in high school. We’ll remember those no longer with us and those unable to attend.
It’s been fifty years.
New memories remain to be made.
Here’s to seeing you soon.