Those were the days

stories and things

being a typical 60s flower child or atlest having grown up on books,good fountain pens and music which didnt go much beyond the beatles and bob dylyn,its difficult to understand the world wide web.Blogging is a new word,a new world and having to remember passwords and stuff is really touch.Do all my generation feel this way.Well a large numebr of my friends do.
Twenty years after we left college,some bright spark decided to have a reunion of the batch of 82 so without much ado all of us who were in some ways accessable,were contacted and lunch happened.
Did the hotel even fathome the kind of guest they were expecting?Obviously not,for if they had any clue we would have been refused entry.
Fifteen fourty five year old women trooped into the dining hall in various shapes and sizes.Some well kept,some gone to seed and some almost on the verge of giving up.Most of us had changed but one single charertisitc that hadnt was our ability to creat a noise.For two hours we yelled and shouted over each others heads,eager to catch up on the latest news or rater the news of the last 20 years.Some had been in touch oftner but nevertheless we regaled each other of our college girl crushes,our parents angst,the manner in which we drove our professors crazy etc.Some of us had grown up children some were not married(the lucky ones as we choose to brand them) and some were highfliers with interesting jobs.
Yet for those two hours we were just a bunch of 20 yearolds reliving our great days in college which clearly made us the women we are today.