Sunday, March 22, 2015

Fifty years of possibilities

Gravel crunched beneath my feet as I walked down the lane. My two sisters walked along side of me probably ignoring me as usual. The bridge creaked as the big, yellow bus drove over it. The door was cranked open by Lewis Kinnison, and I took my first step to school. That was fifty years ago.

Where does the time go? Fifty years that flew by with college, marriage, children, moves other states, career moves. Life moved pretty fast after that first step onto the bus. One little girl and a big step into life.

No one told me what the big step involved. Perhaps it would have been a bit overwhelming to know the immensity of change that one little step involved. It was a step into my independence. A step into leaving Neff Road behind. Perhaps had I know, I would have loved those around me a little bit more and captured more of that life on paper.

A picture of my first grade class. A bunch of scraggly kids all a bit shy of the camera. Where are they now? How I would love to see each and every one of them and tell them I care. I care about where they have been and what they have done. I care in a way that I didn't then. We all took that first step into a future. A future that drew us together then set us free to make the world better. Ah, just to sit and say, "I was just a kid then. Now I care."

We have lost some from those twelve years together. I will have no opportunity to see them and tell them that they mattered in my life. Those opportunities to know those people better is gone. In
two weeks our class will have our fifty years class reunion. New dialogue with old friends. A chance to learn more about those kids who traveled twelve years with me riding on a big yellow bus.

Class cliques disappear. The haves and have nots go away. We are all older and wiser. Children who grew up during a time when prejudice was challenged and peace was craved. Many years of separation that draw us all back together again, hopefully, wiser and eager to embrace one another. A time to learn and continue to grow.

A little girl stepped up onto a bus looking up at the kind face of Mr. Kinnison. A step that opened her to a new world. Fifty years later she still looks to possibilities.

1 comment:

Axiesdad said...

I just noticed this: "Your story is part of mine, too. Please join me in this journey together," off to the side of your blog. I joined you on this journey before you were even born. Growing up in the country is such a big part of who we are that you and I are brother and sister even though we have never met. Your posts always take me home. Thank you.