

Mr. Mac

Miss Caroline


Madelyn and the Jr. High Cheerleaders

Lady Ram Volleyball- Holla! :)

Miss Lyndon Lee
Yesterday was LHS Homecoming and it brought back a big ole dose of nostalgia for me. Lyndon was a sophomore maid and so I went watch her. I have pictures of me holding her as a baby in my homecoming dress, so it was just crazy to see her all dressed up and looking so big and so beautiful. Not to mention Caroline who is one of my best friend's, Helen, little sister. She is a senior this year and gorgeous and I remember when she was born.
I was feeling so many feelings being there yesterday. It was exciting I was remembering how it felt when I was in school and it was Homecoming week. I was thinking of the future, and David Franklin going to Lakeside. I was also mostly feeling very OLD! There are lots of differences between how it was then and now! Our dresses were not nearly as fancy and pretty. There was a parade now that we didn't have. We sat on the back of my car and watched at the Middle School (which also wasn't there when I was in school). I saw so many old teachers and familiar faces. One of my very favorite teachers from Jr. High, Mr. Mac. in particular. He was my Pre-Algebra teacher and math is by far my worst subject so go figure. He got tears when he met David Franklin and asked if he could hold him. It was so sweet!! He asked me how old I was now (again with the old thing) and said, these kids aren't as much fun as your group. He said it's just different. I thought he was just saying that- like every teacher says your class is their favorite, but Abby said an old coach told her the same thing at the pep rally. The looks of the school sure have changed- it was like Lakeside has become a University!! They "tailgate" now and everything.
It was such a fun afternoon being there. I know many people hated high school and don't have fond memories that I do, but it high school holds some of my most dear memories. I had a GREAT group of friends and strong friendships, most of which are still strong today. I know we are very lucky for that.
I never thought growing up, in college or even after college that I would live in Hot Springs again or that my kids would go to Lakeside. But life's path just lead the way here. There are some things that aren't my favorite about "moving back home again". But there is a history here, and some really special things come along with that, which continues to surprise me.
I'm afraid all of this nostalgia probably can't only be attributed to the Homecoming parade. My mom is cleaning out her storage building and garage and she is giving boxes of my old keepsakes to me. Tubs of old pictures (of my first birthday) and my old art projects, and toys and awards, blankets, notes, etc. It has been quite a trip down memory lane for me with with a mixture of happy and sad feelings. David is just such a part of who I am, and I miss him terribly. But it's strange because- with every tear, there is a smile, and with every bit of sadness there is hope and joy. God's love endures.