LOOKING BACK AND REMEMBERING
As I looked out my window, it was dark outside and the
rain was falling. I stood there
thinking about my life, past and present, wondering if years that have gone by
were really “The Good Old Days”. Had
I miss something in my life or was I just feeling a little down?
As I turned, a book on the shelf caught my eye.
It seemed to have a lot of dust on it.
Could I really be that bad at cleaning my house?
I took it to the kitchen, wiped it clean and headed back to
place it on the shelf. While
walking down the dark hall, I opened to a random page and a picture caught my
interest. In the dim light, a face
was looking back at me - a young face, one with a smile that seemed to say that
this person knew something I didn’t know. I
sat in my favorite chair, turned on the light and started at the beginning of
the book. As I turned each page,
pictures flooded my mind. There
were all kinds of pictures. There were people in groups and some by themselves.
Even the background locations were different.
The theme seemed simple enough, yet I had the feeling that at some point
it would become more involved. Everyone
had that look that said, “I have a dream and a direction that will set me
apart from all the others”. Yet,
a common connection was also there -
a connection that for all intent and purposes linked them together with a
bond that could not be broken, not in a lifetime.
If I could just see everyone one more time, that would be great!
Unfortunately, some “kids” are now only pictures in my mind, my heart
and my book. Those will be the ones
I miss the most. Those will be the
ones I can never forget.
As I looked at some of the photos, I asked myself, “Is
there anyone else doing what I’m doing?”
Are there others who are looking at a book like this one - like the one I
have in my hands? And if we had the ability to start life over again and be
that young, would we do things differently?
Of course, the answer was simple. I said, “Yes!”
Suddenly realized I would miss all those things I have done, the places
I’ve been, not to mention the people I have met.
What about my wife and kids? Surely I would not want to miss that portion
of my life. And even before that
time, there was the dawn of “Rock-n-Roll.
What a time that was! As I
turned and started my CD player and listened to some of those “OLDIES”, my
mind drifted. The school dances,
sock-hops in the gym, school plays and sports came rushing back to me. The pictures in the book seemed to blend with my thoughts.
What about the “Block Parties” down by city hall with the sound of
the Epics playing Beach Boys hits in the background or Summertime down at the
town pool with everyone who was important in my life near by. I wonder what
should I have said to that little blonde who caught my heart in 7th grade.
Words seemed so hard to find at that age.
Time has sure passed,
quickly, not just from the “Good Old Days”, but just the time I have spent
looking through the book in my lap. It’s
late and the hours have gone by quickly. It’s
time to put the book back on the shelf, only from now on; I’ll take it down a
little more often. It helps me
remember those wonderful days and the people that are both gone and missed.
After
all, that bright RED cover with the two White stripes sure looks good when the
dust isn’t covering it.
Randy

"Barb"
"Bruce"
"Phil"
"Bogie"
Barbara Turrell
Bruce
Elavsky
Philip
Montagno
William Bognar

"Wilbur"
"Frenchy"
"Drew"
"Grimy"
William Ward
Donald Mercereau
Andrew Dreeland
John Fischer

"Unny"
"Craig"
"Mary"
"Pete"
Thomas Edwards
Craig Sheridan
Mary Dee Bartolomei
Peter Wenzel

"John"
"Henry" "Ira"
"Garner"
John Phillips
Henry Madoshi
Ira McDonald
Garner Johnson
"Mike"
"Dennis"
"Pat"
"Ken"
Michael Cassandra
Dennis Fay
Patricia Kitson Kenneth Ryan

"Dave" "Q"
David Dietz
James Quagliano