Originally posted by MargoWriter:
My parents got married in 1976, so they had a red white and blue wedding.
Ah, Margo, you brought up 1976. One of my favorite years!
When I think of 1976, I just grin all over myself. I can't help it.
I was in the 9th grade and we were in the last year of junior high school. My friends (girls, that is) and I were just beginning to want to date older boys. We were being asked. Thankfully our parents had the common sense to say no.
Nonetheless, we were all giddy and we were all in love with....well, with love.
We knew that there was something about being attracted to an older version of the opposite sex that made you feel like a young woman and not a "girl" anymore.
And the 9th grade boys in our classes just didn't have it! Whatever it was that was making us swoon and giggle, they, with a doubt, did not have it! They were just a bunch of knotheads and morons.
And I am sure that they thought that we were a bunch of prissy, bossy, snooty aliens. We know that what's they felt because they told us so with regularity!
Anyway, during the spring of that year our school got a student teacher. All of my student teachers until that point were college girls. But this...this new student teacher was a college MAN!
We girls never had him in our classes because he was student teaching under the coaches and p.e. teachers. And he always wore those coaching shirts and shorts.
Well, Margo, it was 1976 and the "rocket's red glare" and the "bombs bursting in air" were happening at my junior high school that spring all because of that young man.
We girls never actually got to meet him face to face since he taught only boys p.e., but every now and again, at recess or in the hallways, he would flash us a smile that rivaled Elvis' and sometimes, he would even wink at us and wave.
Well, the boys never would tell us his name! They were such noodlebrains! So we made up our own name for him. We called him "Legs". I need not explain.
We girls all wrote "Mrs. Legs" all over our notebooks that spring and we all decided that we were young women and not girls any longer.
Well...
...as time went by and we entered high school, "Legs" did not travel with us and we never saw him again.
And as the years passed and we became juniors and seniors in high school and eventually college students, we began to realize that those knothead boys that we always looked down on weren't such knotheads after all. And we began to act less prissy and less snooty.
Love blossomed (or at least deep affection) and long-lasting unions were made. And yes, more often that not, short-lasting unions were made.
That's been 29 years ago and a few of those unions still exist. Most don't. But so many of us remain true to each other, both men and women. Maybe not in love anymore, but the love of true friends has taken its place.
There are so many of us, both men and women, who are now quite literally all over the world. And we see each other less and less. Some I swore a life's devotion to and I haven't seen them in 20 years. Some I see all the time. And some, sadly to say, are dead.
Every now and again, when just the "girls" get together, which is not nearly as often as we would like, someone is inevitably going to say, "I wonder where 'Legs' is?"
And we grin all over ourselves and enjoy the silliness of that spring of 1976 all over again.
I miss my friends.
Peace-
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Scarlett O. (aka Mrs. Legs)
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