Back in ’73

reunion3A couple of weeks ago, I went to my 40th high school reunion at the beautiful botanical gardens in Taylor, Michigan, where I grew up. I don’t live there anymore, but my BFF Lisa was in town staying with us, and we decided it would be a fun trip down memory lane. Was it ever!

That’s Dave Allen and me in the pic above: he was my first love, my first kiss (!). The first kiss was not good. I thought kissing involved a lot of moving your head around, because that’s what it looked like on TV. Dave has no memory of how bad I was at kissing, but over the summer of ’69, he taught me:)

Now Dave is married to Diane. He plays guitar in a band. Like the MC5 shirt Dave is wearing, they kicked out the jams at the reunion, with a special appearance by Mike “Crawdaddy” Crawley on harmonica and vocals. Several ladies took the dance floor, along with a couple of the men, including Jesse Enriquez, another pal from way-back-when. Saw Mike Woodby too. I always loved him; he was so nice to me! He never tried to hit on me like most boys did back then. Not saying I was some beauty, far from it, it’s just guys. They’re like that when they’re teenagers.

Back to Dave for a minute. God, I loved him! I had one boyfriend before Dave, and I never let him kiss me. He put his arm around me at a dance and I thought he was getting fresh! But Dave, I was ready for him. That kiss he doesn’t remember was on the bleachers at West Junior High. Lisa and I drove by there after the reunion. We lived around the block from each other and drove by our houses. Trip back in time. Without the LSD.

So, Dave. I remember sitting in my parents’ basement and him casually talking about “when we got married.” I was thrilled! I remember his mom bringing us cold drinks as we sat on his porch. I remember I went with the family to Cedar Point. This was true love for a twelve year old. Or was I 13? Dave remembered another incident in which I gave him a love bite that was clearly visible to his mom. She didn’t hold it against me.

We were so innocent. All we did was kiss. And love each other lots. The best part of seeing Dave is he told me he sometimes reads my blog! I had no idea he even knew I had a blog. Crawdaddy brought a print copy of The Paris Notebook all the way from Kentucky for me to autograph. That was sweet, too. Just good people, good times, and yes, gray hair.

11 Comments on “Back in ’73

  1. Cindy I’ve only been to my 20 year and actually thought it was kinda boring, but then I did go to an all girl school, which at the time was not boring at all. But I didn’t have any kissing stories either, not that there is anything wrong with that (Seinfeld). So maybe I should give the next reunion a try, since you mentioned the 40th was much better! The next big reunion for me will be my 45th in 2016. I’ll let you know if I have any interesting stories!!

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  2. I remember you advising students (the younger more fresh ones than me) about what it realy is to be or not to be in love. I understood of course since I was older than them. I don’t know what if they understood, but I thought it was a good advice.

    So Dave sometimes reads your blogs. But doesn’t leave a comment!

    Lovely story 🙂 Thanks for sharing it.

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  3. So glad you got me out there dancing! It WAS a great reunion, the perfect setting, good weather, good (old) friends! Well–not that old!!! Dave and I were sharing stories too. He was a smooth 12 year old!!

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  4. Thanks Cindy. Times like that, when you see an overview of your life so far, we’ll, to me they are humbling. And make me love life all the more:)

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