Several class reunions were held this past week and it was time to meet and greet.
It was also not the time to try and get in for breakfast at the Campus Cafe.
Why? Think about it. When the Alamosa High School Class of 1963 was graduating, the school was right across the street, where Safeway is, now, and a sneak over to the cafe was a treat.
Elmer Ledbetter had his hamburger cafe around the corner to the west, there was a cafe across the street and eating was a big part of the day.
Some of the memories are gone, but the Campus prevails.
The Class of 1983 also gathered and, you guessed it, the Campus was the place to be.
Faces sporting wrinkles from many joys and some sorrows smiled at the thought.
Although I graduated in 1961, I went to parts of the 1963 reunion with an old friend, and realized how small the world of AHS actually is.
It is, and always will be, Moose Nation.
While the Mean Moose is a force to reckon with on the wrestling mats, the basketball court and the football field, it is still small enough that a graduating senior might know many underclassmen.
Alamosa is a place where many generations can gather and remember many of the same things.
Sometimes, they include surprises.
For example, Chuck Owsley and Becky Curtis met in high school, married and had a family. Their son, Jeff, was at his own class reunion -- the class of 1983 -- and Chuck said it was hard to believe that his son’s class was celebrating its 30th.
Their granddaughter graduated in May from AHS and their grandson is on his way.
Where do the years go?
It’s an easy question to ask, but a tough one to answer.
Still, if the years didn’t pass by; if there were no AHS commencements and no class reunions, there would be no rich memories.
Eventually, no one would know why the bas relief panels from “our” AHS are in the Safeway store; why some members of the classes of the 1980s refer to it as “the junior high” and today’s junior high as “the high school;” why empathy and sympathy blend when classmates reunite; and why the Campus is almost a shrine.
Here’s to all the classes of AHS and Moose Nation.
May the memories never fade.