Time marches on. Although 42 years since graduation is not a year we traditionally gather to rally ‘round the Meadowdale light blue and dark blue (yes, those really were our school colors), it is most certainly a year of extreme significance.
This year is significant simply because the vast majority of us are turning 60, and I for one, am left wondering how the hell THAT happened!
Seems like just yesterday, as President of the Letterwomen Club, I was emceeing the District Girls’ Sports Banquet, reading the Walter D. Wintle poem which begins, “If you think you are beaten, you are; If you think you dare not, you don’t; If you’d like to win, but you think you can’t; It is almost certain you won’t.”
Forty-two years ago we were so fresh-faced and full of ourselves. And now—now most of us are busy turning 60, if we haven’t already done so.
I’ve got more than a month left before I must claim the big 6-0 as my own. I was, and still am, one of the younger classmates. A few, like Connie and Laurie, if I recall correctly, have “summer birthdays,” and we are all holding on to 59 by the skin of our respective root-canaled and porcelain-capped teeth.
Forty-two years ago—wow. Remember when we thought “42” was the answer to everything? (And if you immediately understood that reference, then you must also be “of a certain age.”)
“Life’s battles don’t always go; To the stronger or faster (wo)man; But sooner or later the (wo)man who wins; Is the (wo)man WHO THINKS (S)HE CAN!”
The parenthetical additions are mine, of course, but dear Walter is so long dead, I doubt that he’ll care that I’ve made his poem more gender inclusive.
Hey! I’m almost 60! I’m certainly entitled to a few literary liberties!