1978: I have 5 Advanced Placement credits from high school. I get credit for my studies in Quebec City and in France. Maybe I take one extra class to graduate from Davidson a year early–in May of 1978. During the summer T and I live in Atlanta at my parent’s house–in the little room off the kitchen where I answered the phone when Kennedy was shot. I work as a receptionist at my father’s company but have no memory of what T does. In the fall we live in married housing at Davidson–in one of four adorable little cottages by the railroad tracks. T is a senior, and I have a job as Assistant to the President of the college, the first female to hold this position. On Sunday nights, I lie on the sofa and watch Dallas, unused to this feeling of not having anything hanging over me, no studying to do. Life is easy.
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What a fantastic picture!
Thanks, Sarah–especially the homemade sign, right?
Yes! And your smile, the cigar, and those rockin heels!
Haha : )
Whoa, what a photo! I’m a little stunned by that cigar! And I’m guessing that’s a perm, yes? Was no head left untouched??
Are you amazed that you can’t remember what T did? I think that’s so interesting. What about your relationship with your parents at that time? The gaps you leave are just pulsing with good stuff….
Oh yes, I paid good money for that look. The gaps may be pulsing but with limited space and time, I only get to what rises fast. All good with parents–only difficult moments there were my early teens when I wasn’t old enough to be allowed my own decisions.