Little Arthur & The Gang

As the youngest of four, I was the baby of the family. I had to move fast to keep up with my brothers and sister, if I didn’t, I might get left behind (actually that happened at a grocery store).

We were country kids that played in the fields, and walked a mile to the quickie mart. Mom demanded respect, manners, and kindness to animals, but most of all – don’t ever embarrass her.

I had to endure nicknames as a child. I think Brat was my first one, but my second, Little Arthur. It kinda stuck. Don’t ask, I have no idea.

My brothers christened me with that name when we were out in the yard playing fumble football. You know….the game where whoever grabs the ball gets tackled? Yeah, I never had the ball. If I did……I fumbled. Heh.

My sister is the oldest- back row. My oldest brother is on the left, and then my other brother on the other end. His daughter stands next to him. And Mom in the middle.

Mom – mother of four kids about 9 years apart. She had us all in her twenties. Phew! I get tired just thinking about that.

This picture was taken last month during a visit to Oklahoma. It was the first time we have all been together in a year (and last year was only because of my wedding).

It’s really hard to get everyone in the same town, which is why we don’t have many pictures as adults.

My sister lives in Houston. I’m in Dallas. One brother is in Tulsa, and the other is the only sibling that stayed in our hometown. We all work full-time and have kids to keep up with.

I had to capture this rare gathering for my mom. Unfortunately, I forgot my tripod. The camera was a little helter skelter on the picnic table – just barely hanging on.

But we got it.


From left to right – Jay, Little Arthur, Mom, Deedy, Laney, and Lonnie.

I see this picture and I wonder how long before we are all together again……

I see my brother’s gray hairs and wonder when that happened…..

The years pile on………….

And I think…………….how does times go by so fast?

I am heading to Oklahoma on Sunday for quick day visit with my mom. It always make me a little nostalgic.

Do you see your siblings very often?

It’s what is inside that counts

I have an eighteen year old living inside me. I really do. Who would have thought she was still inside just waiting for the right moment to come out?

All it took was a double margarita, 80’s dance music, and friends from high school to have her reveal herself in all her glory. It was great timing. I would not have wanted to be a I-don’t-remember-how-to-dance-thirty-seven year old at my ONLY twenty reunion. I am so glad those club days came in handy.

This twenty year reunion was wonderful. We gathered for the afternoon with families first. It gave us a chance to see each other and catch up for a bit. Meet the kids before our “adult” night later. All the kids were adorable. It was great to see all the families. So many of the kids look like their parents and got to hear our crazy school stories.

Later that night we gathered for a steak dinner at Fossil Creek Ranch. Everyone looked very nice. We got to mingle and watch the photo slide show of school days play. Drink cocktails and laugh at all the pictures. I heard many comments of “Where did they find these pictures?” HA. I’ll never tell. It was great fun. Bittersweet to look forward and back.

Our last class reunion was our 13th year. I know 13 not 10, our class was always a little uhh different. I don’t remember it very well. I was with my boyfriend Steve at the time. He was very jealous and paranoid so I couldn’t exactly “mingle”. I shared time with a few old girlfriends but don’t remember actually greeting everyone. Boy was this time different!

First off , I have an incredible boyfriend who engineered pretty much the whole slide show I helped HIM create. Secondly, he had no problem “mingling” while I went off greeting EVERYONE. If I saw someone but didn’t have a chance to greet them at the moment, I went back and found them later and gave them a BIG hug. It was wonderful to know THIS time I didn’t miss out. I didn’t hold back. I didn’t second guess anything. I hugged and I greeted and I genuinely LOVED every minute of it and no one got mad or jealous.

I always felt I was an all around person in high school. I tried to hide my grades because I didn’t want anyone to think I was smart(ha that was easy). It was quite the surprise my sophomore year when I won a computer programming award which I totally blew off as luck and my step dad being a programmer. I did go to scholastic meets in Family Living of all things which was really fun. I even won 3rd place at a meet. I was on student council and in the French Club. My senior year I made cheerleader which I had tried out for EVERY year but there were so few spots it as hard to make until then (five seniors left that year). I will say my tenacity paid off. It was a great experience for me to keep trying and not give up on my dream. Come to find out at the reunion , several of us cheerleaders, still remember CHEERS which was pretty hilarious.

I really did try to be nice to everyone in school and no I did not always succeed. Dava was a special ed student. She seemed to be the bearer of much teasing. She bravely came to the reunion , fearful we would all still be mean to her, which broke my heart. I gave her extra hugs. She put me down on her paper as most changed. Yes Dava I probably was most changed to you because I was so much nicer. You are a very sweet and dear lady my friend. I am grateful that we can grow and change and mature past those terrible ways we acted in school. *Why do children pick on children different from them?*

After dinner and drinks downstairs we went to the HEAT of good ole Oklahoma summers. The DJ did his best but no one was dancing at first. We held rewards for longest distance traveled, most tattoos, longest married, most children, and most changed. It was fun (and not surprising) who won. After that everyone was a bit looser and not only did the dancing start but the karaoke as well. Eventually ipods were hooked up and all the old 80’s favorites were played. My 18yr came out and we finished the night off dancing as if no one was watching.

What a great reunion. Connecting with old friends. Remembering good times. Relishing each moment that will never happen again.

Can’t wait for the next one and I think I’ll keep that 18yr old handy a little more often than 20yrs later.

Dance like no one is watching,
Love like you’ve never been hurt,
Sing like no one is listening,
Live like it’s heaven on earth.

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Edit, Crop, I’m feeling lucky!

If you have ever edited photographs, you know exactly what I am referring to. Especially if you have scanned/and or edited over 300 photographs since yesterday because you have a slide show to present at your twenty year high school reunion next week. (Ahhh!)

Pause that.

TWENTY YEARS????

OK, HOW is that possible?? Where did twenty years zoom off to?? I swear, I still feel like that young , poofy banged, acid washed wearing, unblemished, skinny, unwrinkled, MTV watching, much smarter than her parents teenage girl. So seriously?????
TWENTY YEARS.

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