Bob and I drove out to the Black Hills (an experience in itself — one does indeed look forward to “Wall Drug” after hours in the car without much to look at). The reunion itself was actually quite fun — seeing all those people again 50 years later.
Click on the link to see the moving experience we had watching a bronze pour in Hill City, SD (then read the little poem I wrote when I came back home)
bronze pour
I am glad I went
Glad I saw all of us – who went to school together,
To see what became of us as we grew up and grew old.
I could see the basic essence of that young man or young woman
Now brought to maturity and polished with the seams, mistakes, rough edges
smoothed out, burnished over like the making of the bronze we watched together.
Everyone was just the same – what they were underneath – then in young bodies now in old ones.
It was reassuring to see all of you, my same age, my mirrors, my past, my remindings.
Touch base again, maybe for the last time.
Sept. 9. 2012
The pour was incredible. The poem made me cry.
Love Myrna