The Awesome Class of 1966

50 Years is a long, long time!

It’s reunion time again!  Can you believe it!!??

Some time in the long, long ago, the awesome class of 1966, of Douglas County High School had a Graduation Day!  Probably little is remembered actually about the day itself because of all the excitement of finally making our passage out of the cacoon of formative education into the “Real World!”  Butterflies had been morphed from the soft, mushy, malletable mass of mere caterpillars.  Somewhere, out there, we would, each one, find our destiny.

For the last year, I had been the leader of this mass formation of now “Butterflies,” as President of the Senior Class.  What an honor and what an humbling position of leadership.  Many prospects were before us all and the world was our oyster.  Some of us would not even make it out of the starting gate.  Others would meet strange fates along the way.  Some would go to war and never come back.  Others would come back with a lot more baggage than they left with.  Many would have families of their own and some would live by choice or otherwise the single life.  Some would become doctors and lawyers, some writers and artists and makers of music and musical instruments.  Some would preach the Word of God and bury the dead, marry the living and counsel the lonely.  All would do something somewhere!

In my humble opinion, we all started out in tiny little spaceships into the unknown!  We went undauntedly into the vast unknown, with engines full running and blasting away.  Along this impetuous undertaking we would find substance to sustain ourselves along the often exhausting journey to never never land.  How would we know the perils, the great dangers, the sublime joys of happiness,the  heartaches and the  headaches, and the opportunities that would join us along this great adventure!

For me, and I can only speak for myself, it has been pretty exciting.  As I wrote in the Prologue to my third published book, Under the Wedding Tree  by Steven D. Ayres, …

Life is like a roller coaster ride.  It has ups and it has downs.  It’s a thrill a minute with curves that surprise you and drops that take your breath away.  Sometimes it takes you so high you can’t look down and then, just when you think you can, the bottom drops out.  It is fast, it is furious and exhilarating and when it is all over you are consumed with emotional exhaustion.

So it is with most of our day to day activities in so many ways.

On the grand scale it is difficult to find our tiny niche and the meaning of it all, but we try and we all do our best.

Towns and families come and go like the wind through the trees.  Even fifty or a hundred years pales by the measurement of millenniums.  The story of our lives is measured in our own stories about life, love, living and dying, it is about the continuing saga of struggle and constancy of purpose.  Our little towns, where we grew up, continue to change and grow.  The kids grow up and have kids of their own, and time moves on.

Our tiny spaceships have traveled many miles, even light years away from day one,

when we blasted off into the universe on our journey of adventure. Most of us have seen the wonders of this world as we moved along.  Some have even seen the moon, the stars and perhaps even, the face of God!

Farewell my friends, until we meet again.  May God, bless and protect you all, as we continue our journey!

 

 

 

To See or Not to See

Very recently, I had the auspicious occasion, to have my eyes improved by cataract surgery.  It was and still is an awesome opportunity to see things in a way I have not probably seen since near birth!

There was a time, just a while back, that I said to my wife, “You know what?  I think I am going blind or something!”  Things were just not the same in looking at them.  Reading was becoming more difficult and even watching television was upsetting!   Something was wrong!

So, I went and got my eyes checked again for glasses, since it had been three years that I was there last.  Yeap, you’ve got cataracts in both eyes, no glaucoma,  thank goodness, and here are your options.  You can continue on and do nothing and eventually you may go blind all together.  That was bad news!  Or, you could go for a while and maybe get by for a year or so, or more even, but your vision is going to be impaired and continue to deteriorate in quality.  Still, not good news!  Or you can have cataract surgery and get them repaired, renewed, replaced, fixed or whatever they do.  Actually, they basically replace the old lense with a new one, clean out the messy stuff and wa-la, you are as good as new!  Of course, I’m sure I have over simplified the procedure, but, this is about the basic idea and what the Doctor does, with different variations.

In my case, I was told that one eye, my right, had a cataract like a fist blocking my eye and the left eye had a cataract like a spread out hand.  This is how I understand it. Two different kinds, which was a little unusual, but nevertheless, that was the way it was.  So, we would do one eye first and then do the other in turn.

Well, I was a little apprehensive about all this, but I have great confidence in my doctor and we have proceeded accordingly.  The first eye operation has gone well and I look, no pun intended, to completing the operation on the other eye.  When we were prepping, a nurse asked me if I had any questions.  I couldn’t think of anything constructive at the time, so I asked her how high Stone Mountain was.  She said, “She didn’t know, but that she would look it up and find out!”

The operation went good and I came out of my stupor a changed man!  Now, I was bionic, at least a little bit with my new X-Ray Vision and I am very thankful for this new lease on life.  I have come a long way since the day when I was six years old and got my first pair of glasses, for life, and I was so embarrassed that I got down in the floor board of my mother’s car, riding back home, so no one could see me.  Just a little self conscious, do you think!?!  But, I soon got over my headaches from reading the black board and I embarked on a life of wearing glasses from then on.  Now for a long time!  67 years!  Wow!  Even I can’t believe it!

Today, I am doing fine.  Still between surgeries, but anxious to complete my miracle!  It is amazing what the modern world can do for you today!  I am seeing like I have never seen before and life is good!  And, while reading the other day, a new book, Springboard, by G. Richard Shell, he recounts the words of the great French novelist, Marcel Proust,

“The voyage of discovery, lies not in the seeking of new horizons, but in seeing with new eyes.!

How true and how appropo’ indeed!

Hey, and by the way, it is 1,686 feet high!