Nostalgia - " You can't go home, again "
A little short of two years ago, my wife and I went to Philadelphia to attend my two year anniversary of my high school graduation.
Now, I graduated from the prestigious Wharton School some 40 years ago this past spring in the same class as "The" Donald Trump. I passed on that little soiree. '
But, the high school thing? I couldn't resist. Two Novembers ago, Sandi and I took ten days offand did a Philadelphia sweep starting with a long weekend at this hotel nestled in what was the swamps at the end of the runway at the airport. When i was a kid, I through a Mauser rifle into those swamps some time ago.
A side trip was into the school yard of the SW Mitchell Elementary where I attended where my mother was once the president of the parent teachers association for a number of years. In those days, everyone attended. She held the meeting in the main auditorium which was full. These days, no one cares.
In 1948, I was 8 years old in 4th grade and my class picture was taken on the side steps on the south side of the school. I was the tallest and stood on the top step in the middle. It was black and white, I still have it, I can identify every one in that photo, from Cecily Rosenblatt to Jimmy Orem who died last year, a retired Philly cop.
In our trip two years ago, I went back to that step in that school yard and had Sandi shoot my picture once again, on that same top step, in the middle, all alone, and I waved at the camera, just like I did 63 years ago. I have both photos now in my scrap book.
The Carolina writer from the 20's, Thomas Wolfe was right: you can't go home, again.
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Now, I graduated from the prestigious Wharton School some 40 years ago this past spring in the same class as "The" Donald Trump. I passed on that little soiree. '
But, the high school thing? I couldn't resist. Two Novembers ago, Sandi and I took ten days offand did a Philadelphia sweep starting with a long weekend at this hotel nestled in what was the swamps at the end of the runway at the airport. When i was a kid, I through a Mauser rifle into those swamps some time ago.
A side trip was into the school yard of the SW Mitchell Elementary where I attended where my mother was once the president of the parent teachers association for a number of years. In those days, everyone attended. She held the meeting in the main auditorium which was full. These days, no one cares.
In 1948, I was 8 years old in 4th grade and my class picture was taken on the side steps on the south side of the school. I was the tallest and stood on the top step in the middle. It was black and white, I still have it, I can identify every one in that photo, from Cecily Rosenblatt to Jimmy Orem who died last year, a retired Philly cop.
In our trip two years ago, I went back to that step in that school yard and had Sandi shoot my picture once again, on that same top step, in the middle, all alone, and I waved at the camera, just like I did 63 years ago. I have both photos now in my scrap book.
The Carolina writer from the 20's, Thomas Wolfe was right: you can't go home, again.
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