tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847491402442204726.post2034279528319740586..comments2023-09-05T21:33:40.537+08:00Comments on Barb'sBackyard: Fifty Years Old.Barb.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11383714327462070532noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847491402442204726.post-56687129698555378542012-09-23T14:14:34.554+08:002012-09-23T14:14:34.554+08:00No not I. I think it had a lot to do with having n...No not I. I think it had a lot to do with having none of my family living in the area. I have no reason to go back and the distance just makes it a pain.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12439757929481857003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847491402442204726.post-53603226479052092142012-09-23T13:37:26.254+08:002012-09-23T13:37:26.254+08:00Barb,
I am not still good friends with anyone I k...Barb, <br />I am not still good friends with anyone I knew in high school. I moved from Memphis when I was 20-years-old. When I went back, it was to visit my mother and family. However, when I go back to reunions every five years, there are people with whom I take up where we left off...okay, we catch up. <br /><br />Yes, you should have threatened the child!<br /><br />I had an unusual experience. I went to the school my mother attended from 1927-1938. She had never even been back and had been dead for 20 years. I have never set foot inside my high school since I graduated in 1964!Practical Parsimonyhttp://www.practical-parsimony.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com