33 days and counting until I turn 60 years old. Last blog I was recounting a tiny part of my childhood in Greenville.
Big "D"...the land of milk and honey. This was exactly what I thought just one week after moving to Dallas. I thought my parents had destroyed my life moving me from Greenville to Dallas just as I was about to start the 9th grade. I got to Dallas, looked at all the beautiful homes, grand cars, huge buildings, and super cute boys (not that there weren't cute boys in Greenville) and BAM! Within the first few months of 1964 in Dallas Georgiana and I went to see the Beatles!
Ursuline Academy...all girls Catholic College Prep school. Oh my goodness. WHERE AM I? Could not wear make-up. Could not dye my hair (it was actually dyed when I got there). Skirts had to touch the floor when you knelt. Classes harder than I could imagine. Latin? What was I going to use that for? All the teachers were Nuns, but I really liked all of them. I made it through Freshman year, but begged my parents to go back to public school.
W.T. White High School. Now this was more like it! Back to being a normal girl.
High school was so much fun for me. I loved every minute of it. Cruising Forest Lane, Cruising White Rock Lake, Brookhaven Country Club, Green Valley Raceway, The Studio Club, Lou Ann's, Sump-N-Else (Dallas' version of American Band Stand), going to Bachman Lake-climbing the back side to the runway of Love Field-lay down just in front of the runway and stay there while the planes came in just over us for a landing, Goff's Hamburgers, Jack N The Box, the Gemini Drive-In, Jefferson Hotel Ballroom parties, Market Hall, Turner Falls, Jesuit Boys, W.T. White boys, Dougherty's, Cobbs, riding the bus to Texas A & M with Julie, being one of the few girls to jump off the RR tressle at Lake Dallas, The Novas, The Sensations, Junior Symphony Ball, Groovy, black light posters, psychedelic music, tons and tons of concerts, mini skirts, the gator and the dead rat, Bat Man, and taking my SAT with a hang over (ok, not so smart). I had a care free blast in high school and am glad I did. Adulthood can be really long, and it's not like you can go back and be totally care free again.
I'm trying to divide my life into 4 parts. Childhood, teen years, adulthood, and middle age. Maybe if I do this when my 60th gets here I'll be ready. It has gone by so fast I feel I need to go back and add everything up to figure out where it went.
Those of you who have already turned 60 how did you deal, or did you just slide right into it with out any back look or problem?
Cheers,
Claudia
