No, this has nothing to do with movies or television that I usually talk/’rant’ about.
Escorted my mother to a wedding reception a few days ago, the groom was the grandson of my mother’s colleague of thirty years from the academic world. Quite naturally, the place was full of my mother’s colleagues from the college, now all senior citizens, but childhood aunties to me. Most of them have seen me since I was four years old and my mother joined the college, so it was a nostalgia filled event for me too.
Eventually, I went and sat alone, but the nicest of the aunties joined me with her husband. Soon other people came and sat on the table, including a lady that looked familiar. I thought the lady looked like the mother of a primary school colleague of mine, but not having seen them both for at least thirty odd years I was in no position to confirm the same and talk. But I kept looking at her and thinking I know this person.
As it became time to leave I realised that this was not the mother but my primary school classmate, so I asked her and she confirmed that yes she was the person. Of course she didn’t remember me, but with the common small town connections it soon became clear to both that yes indeed we had been classmates. I think we were both looking at the grey and white in our hair now and comparing it with those impressions we still had of each other as five year olds. We’d studied, married, had children, generally lived our lives before running into each other again.
My classmate went off with her children, I went off with my mother, I doubt if we’ll meet again. Maybe we will, but we’ll certainly not go looking for each other.
Coincidentally, the function was being held at a venue next door to our primary school, which is still there and going strong.
Escorted my mother to a wedding reception a few days ago, the groom was the grandson of my mother’s colleague of thirty years from the academic world. Quite naturally, the place was full of my mother’s colleagues from the college, now all senior citizens, but childhood aunties to me. Most of them have seen me since I was four years old and my mother joined the college, so it was a nostalgia filled event for me too.
Eventually, I went and sat alone, but the nicest of the aunties joined me with her husband. Soon other people came and sat on the table, including a lady that looked familiar. I thought the lady looked like the mother of a primary school colleague of mine, but not having seen them both for at least thirty odd years I was in no position to confirm the same and talk. But I kept looking at her and thinking I know this person.
As it became time to leave I realised that this was not the mother but my primary school classmate, so I asked her and she confirmed that yes she was the person. Of course she didn’t remember me, but with the common small town connections it soon became clear to both that yes indeed we had been classmates. I think we were both looking at the grey and white in our hair now and comparing it with those impressions we still had of each other as five year olds. We’d studied, married, had children, generally lived our lives before running into each other again.
My classmate went off with her children, I went off with my mother, I doubt if we’ll meet again. Maybe we will, but we’ll certainly not go looking for each other.
Coincidentally, the function was being held at a venue next door to our primary school, which is still there and going strong.
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