High school graduations are coming up. My granddaughter, Grayson, will be graduating from high school and my grandson, Max, is graduating from college. I can’t believe they are this grown up! My own graduation was a bit of a miracle, since I probably graduated 412th out of 439 in the class, and I was glad to be out. The end of my high school years marked the end of many things in my life and led to the beginning of new ones.
Back in the day, you picked up your yearbook and class ring on graduation night AFTER you turned in your cap and gown. I picked up the yearbook, even though I was only in one picture. Never joined any clubs, got any honors or did anything else that would warrant extra photos or comments. Some of my friends wrote in the book how they loved my sense of humor and I think one or two boys wrote “Good Luck” by their pictures, but mostly the book remained pristine.
We moved to California the day after I graduated, so there were no big parties or celebrations. My parents had already sold our family house, killed off the old dog and packed our remaining belongings into the “red bus.” I received a hefty $125 in graduation money, which I tried to use to buy a used motorcycle, but my Dad put the kibosh on it almost immediately.
The move to California was a bust. My mother hated the weather and wasn’t wild about the relatives of dad’s who lived out there, so we moved back to Ohio. I went to work as a secretary for an insurance company, where I met both of my husbands (story for another time) and where I didn’t have to use my poor math skills. I became proficient on an electric typewriter, and managed not to get high on the toxic smell of the ink in the ditto machine. My parents eventually moved to Florida, where my mother again complained about the weather, but was grateful for my Dad’s relatives who lived there. Sometimes, life is a big circle.