So many questions...
Who was this "cool girl" that would be probably be voted "TJ queen?"
Who was this "sweet and deserving gal" who someone wished that her "future be bright and full of happiness?"
"Lots of luck and happiness to a real cool kid..."
Who's the girl that Steve teased, "oh, and don't drive so fast you'll kill some one especially you. you woman driver..."
There's also a possibly serious marriage proposal..? Who was that guy and what happened to him...?
So what did happen at that party...? Wait, driving around with boys in cars...? What?!? Beach rides and football games...? Who is this woman..?
So many questions I wish I could ask her.... I wish I'd found her yearbook sooner...
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Wednesday, April 24, 2019
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
V is for Varsity
This is a picture of me wearing my mother's
Varsity Sweater.
You can't see the big "F" for Fullerton Union High School
or the "56" on the sleeve for her graduation year,
but this is her sweater.
She earned it playing Varsity Tennis of all things.
I remembered that she had tennis rackets in the garage.
We never played, and I don't remember her playing.
But she wouldn't get rid of them.
I learned one day that her father had bought them for her;
quite an expensive gift given that my grandfather
was a migrant farm worker with four other kids to feed,
but he was proud of her accomplishments.
They are vintage wooden racquets with the
wooden racquet frame presses still on them.
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