Classmates for Life?
By: Kelly McDonald You're off to great places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way! - Dr. Seuss When Beverly and I arrived at the Oakley Diner for my fifty-fifth high school class reunion, Don, the first person I encountered, asked me if I remembered who he was. I stammered, feigned a greeting, then quietly admitted that I didn’t recognize him. I thought I had mentally prepared myself to reconnect with my classmates. What was I doing here, trying to recall long-forgotten friendships and acquaintances, hoping I wouldn’t embarrass myself further? My class at South Summit High School graduated in May 1970. Although some graduates stayed in Kamas Valley, many started new lives in college towns and big cities. I moved to Provo, Utah, to attend and eventually work for Brigham Young University. Now, fifty-five years later, I still live there. For the first few decades after graduation, our former class leaders, wanting to foster lasting friendships, s...
