The girls of West Point High School (class of ‘65) gathered today as we do each Christmas to play a little dirty Santa and officially kick off the holiday season. I still call us “girls” because that’s what we feel like when we’re together (social security notwithstanding).
At left Ann Edwards Gatlin and Barbara Norris Bryan did a little friendly fighting over their favorite ornaments. Neither was dirty enough to steal anyone’s favorite.
An added bonus was a short course in holiday decorating by our hostess, Ruthie Stafford Weathers, a florist in one of her previous
The movie, “The Big Chill” seemed hauntingly real as friends dating back to 1954 gathered yesterday to bury one of our own.
Gary Florreich (1947-2013) was one of the chief reasons our class has remained closer than many blood siblings through the years.
Gary’s upbeat send-off would have pleased him. It featured some of the music he loved most and sang the best. As our little band of devoted classmates filed into the funeral home side by side, the tune “Stand By Me” was playing. Of course, we lost our composure – even the guys. Continue reading
I look a little like Santa creeping around the yard with a big black sack thrown on my back. Wonder why no one ever told me before that you can compost all those leaves in your yard with a couple of simple steps? Jane Loveless, one of my garden mentors, announced that we are throwing out the baby with the bath water by bagging our leaves and leaving them on the curb to be hauled to the landfill.
I spent the weekend in Nashville with my boys. We went Christmas shopping and picked up a truck load of the Christmas spirit and a bunch of gifts. They took me to the Green Hills Mall which is a shopper’s paradise, though a bit upscale for a small town girl who has just managed to find her way around the local CVS.
Gary Florreich, our beloved “flo-mop” (we called him that as children because we couldn’t pronounce Florreich) departed the world yesterday, and it was way too soon. The entire West Point High School Class of ‘65 will be grieving for a long, long time. ( Above from left Scott Murrah and Gary perform at one of our many class reunions.)