I received a brief call last night from my brother Daniel, to inform me that a n old school friend is going to contact me and invite me to a school reunion. It is supposed to be a surprise but Daniel wanted to give me a heads up, just so I know what is coming. It will be a primary school reunion and the guy who is organising it used to live down the end of our street. Apparently, he is using a photo of us together , taken in grade one on the invitation. What joy LOL. I can just imagine how I look- pot cut hair and daggy uniform down past my knees. Hahaha. Primary school was quite harsh. Crowded classes, sometimes 70+ students,cold rooms, strict and at times cruel nuns and memories of attending the funeral of each an every parishioner who was buried on a week day. It’s strange that even now, when I smell incense I am always reminded of funerals.Corporal punishment was the norm and the local priest had no problem about enlisting students to clean the church and sacristy during school hours. My best friend Bernadette and I seemed to spend more time teaching others to read and assisting the nuns and priest as we were always more advanced than most of the other students and spent very little time in class!There was no such thing as an advanced learning program in those days.It would be good to catch up and see what everyone is doing but not something I feel I need to do. If my friend Bernadette attends , then I would too as we have not seen each other for over 20 years, as she and her husband shifted to rural Queensland and she just disappeared. I miss her, even after all these years.
It is still bitterly cold here and I find myself dreaming of a holiday up north. Dreaming is all it will be for quite some time unfortunately.
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