Today is June 6. 6/6. It is the 73rd Anniversary of D-Day, that momentous day in 1944 when the Allies invaded France to re-take Europe from Hitler’s evil forces. But that’s not what I remember.
In June of 1966, I was a junior in high school in Seattle. I was taking a ceramics class, with a bunch of really “artsy” students. I have a very vivid memory of writing on the blackboard, “Today is 6/6/66”. It got a laugh from the class, but it was a distraction for the teacher, so it only lasted a few minutes. But I remember that day, even 50 years later. And I also remember another student, a boy, who wore a pink shirt to school that day. I remember thinking “pink is for girls”! But I did like that shirt, and today most guys have at least one pink shirt in their closet. I don’t, since I hate pink!
I have received the notice of my class’s 50-year high school reunion. I went to the fortieth, and it was fun. I got re-acquainted with a girl who I was friends with back then, and we discovered that now we have even more in common now than we did then (I became a Conservative), and we have seen each other fairly often, and plan to go to the reunion together, with our husbands.
Memory… It ties you to the past, and to old friends.