The high school years are a time
of self-discovery for everyone. I felt like the last two years of HS were where
I learned the most about myself. L learned to good, the bad and the ugly. I
understood my fears better, and was beginning to discover some skills I might
have. I learned new things about myself all the time. I was in the process of
becoming the person I would – er… become.
I credit YFC director, Pete, for
guiding me in the discovery of another skill or gift. Frankly, I have never
really figured out the difference between these two. He put me on a citywide
planning committee for the 1959 YFC Halloween party. I learned I liked planning
and organizing things and the wilder and more creative it got, the more fun I
had.
I don’t know how often we met, but
even the meetings were fun. The committee was expected to be there early for
the sent up and each of us had a portion to direct and explain. I didn’t even
mind that. I guess my fear of large groups was dissipating. The party was a
blast. I must have had plenty of time, or I recently got a brownie camera,
because I took a lot of photos, at least a lot for me.
I’m sure we did many of the things
typical of the day. We were encouraged to come in costumes or the theme was “country.”
There were a lot of farmer outfits. Maybe those were just the costumes we had
readily at hand. We had sack races, bobbed for apples, a pie eating contest and
for some reason someone threw a pie. I have the pictures, but don’t know why we
did it.
I so request not putting names on
the back of all my photos. Fifty years later, I recognize people and would know
them right away, if they hadn’t changed, but for the life of me I am not even
sure some had names.
A few photos will tell this story
the best.
Let to right: Tom Scott, unknown, Chuck Davis, Terry Porter
Gerry Ann most likely winning the race.
Kathy is dressed and ready to receive a pie — why?
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