A lithe, spunky strawberry blond song leader took a break from her rah rah duties during the varsity football team’s huddle. Out of the corner of her eye she spied an un-suited player who had been spying her too. She couldn’t help but notice him really; he stood out like a sore thumb. Not only because he was 6’6″ and the skinniest guy on the sidelines, but also because of his full arm-length cast which held his arm up at a ninety degree angle so that his hand was on par with his head.
Though she knew full well he wasn’t her type, he was one of those nerdy bookish boys that aced history exams and listened to Dixieland, something compelled her to approach him. Maybe it was sympathy. Poor guy had to walk around campus looking like a doofus,complete with black rimmed glasses and a clarinet case in his non-injured hand. But more likely, it was the twinge of butterfly wings she felt flitting about in her stomach whenever she saw him.
It was 1949 and though the women’s lib movement was still several years off, she knew the Sadie Hawkin’s dance was right around the corner. Perfect timing.
A few week’s later, Evangeline, the sassy song leader they called Vangie, escorted the band-geek bench-warmer known as Dickie, to their senior year Sadie Hawkins dance. A sweet romance was born. For awhile they went steady, but the timing was not-so-perfect. As graduation day neared, their affections petered out. They bid adieu to their senior class, and to each other.
Twenty years later, at their high school reunion, Dick and Vangie reconnected. In the two elapsed decades, they had both married other people, had kids, and ended their respective marriages in divorce. On that fateful night in 1969, Dick and Vangie, once again both single, danced the night away to the Billboard hit Proud Mary and left arm in healed arm. It was perfect timing.
Three years later, I was born.
I wrote this post based on the stories I have heard over the years of my parents and how they met and reconnected. I felt the story was apropos considering I am headed off to my 20th reunion tomorrow. Though I am not single and looking to reconnect, for obvious reasons, I have a special place in my heart for the American tradition of high school reunions.
Now bring on the 80’s music!