It’s been nearly two years since Beth invited me to join a group of 1967 graduates from the old Pendleton High School. The women have been meeting once a month at a weekend lunch or breakfast. It wasn’t long before I was taking it to heart when Dinah sent me a reminder about the “Golden Girls.”
Beth said she was never sure how many would be there. Sometimes it was three or four. Other times it was several more.
We met a recent Saturday in Anderson. I had missed the three previous months as well as the annual luncheon in early August at Doug Downing’s Old Trail Restaurant. I didn’t realize it until I had missed those months just how important they are to me. Those times have come to be a great source of fuel for the days and weeks that lay ahead.
In June, we decided to meet in Shelbyville to bid so long to Diana. She and husband, Greg, retired and were heading for the open roads. They took a major leap of faith and sold off their real estate and set up housekeeping in a motor home. I remember what mobile homes (or house trailers) were like when I was a kid.
In fact, my aunt Bobbie and uncle Lawrence lived in one on a relative’s farm for a few years early in their marriage. But today people take the term “mobile” home much more literally.
Diana (Ford) and Greg (Jones), as reported earlier in The Times-Post, would not be stabilizing their house trailer on a sort of foundation. Instead, they would be sure those tires were properly inflated and ready for travel. Their place of domain became the upper regions of the Midwest, where they would have a mailing address and a sort of home base (minus the physical structure), and they planned to make stops to visit children and grandchildren as they rolled across the country.
At the recent gathering, some of the graduates weren’t with us because they opted for other activities before the summer officially comes to an end.