1928 - Alderson High School - 1968


Long Winding Trail

Herman King - June 10, 2012

We oldies who retain our memories are blessed. Memory is the continuity of consciousness that is the very essence of life. Without consciousness we do not exist. And the more we remember the stronger our consciousness.

It is nice to reminisce, like re-reading a friendly book. Our unwritten memoirs. When we remember it's not just impersonal abstractions. Faces and places appear on our inner screen.  Friends and kinfolk, even strangers long forgot. They are eternally fresh on the template of memory.

My high school friends (some of whom I still correspond with occasionally) are still youthful, despite what our re-union pictures show. Those Allegheny hills and dales are in tune with a different time sequence so their trees still whisper in the wind and their blossoms are still jubilant in spring. The surface has been re-arranged a little, but the stage is essentially the same. The clover is not as full of bees and I don't see many frogs these days, but I feel privileged to have known all these things and retained the memory thereof up to my 83rd birthday.

As it is written in Ecclesiastes, "there is a time for everything under the sun, a time for reaping and a time for sowing." When my time comes, let me close the book with a sigh of satisfaction and not regret.

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