As I write this, it occurs to me that probably most who will read it were not even born when I left Moultrie those many years ago. I left after graduation in 1958 for college, the Army, and life generally. I married the prettiest of the Potts girls and we raised a family. Our son was born in Germany, our first daughter in Jacksonville, our second in Tallahassee. All the years that are gone now were both hard and good. We lived, we loved, we celebrated and mourned.
But always my thoughts return to Moultrie, to my youth and friends there. There was Andy, Bess, Bill, Charles, String, Jimmy, John, all of us shaping each others lives. Always imprinted in my memory (and psyche) were our amazing teachers, including Mr. Mac, Miss Espy, Uncle Nat, Miss Scarboro, Miss Mullens, Coach McCrary, Mrs. Goddard, and the inquisitive mind of Mr. Freeman. They taught us to think, to ask, to reach, and to achieve with honor.
Who among us ever forgot the great beauties and cuties of our class? Sandra, Bobbie, Ava, Diane, Mary Lou, Joyce, Penny, Shirley and Martha, just to name a few. From them we learned to value charm and grace.
Some of us are gone now, Carl, Wayne, Sandra, Judy, Joey, Durward, Tony, Bill, Bobby and Bruce among them. They will always be a part of us.
Now, my hair is silver (not grey) my chest has descended, and my bones ache a little more each day. A fun day is a good book, a walk with the dog, a nap and the evening news. Toni and I have five grandchildren. How did that happen, aren't grandparents old folks? Not me, I'm the Class of 58, going to football games, dating, dancing at the Youth Center and still getting speeding tickets from Tommy Meredith.
Always, my thoughts will return to Moultrie. My heart lies there.