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My 50th high school reunion is coming up next year, and I was looking at the Class of 1957 deceased list. Some kids I knew about: Steve, Bayla, Sallye Ann. But not Rose Marie and a few others. I couldnt look at the list long.
The crush I had on Rose Marie went back way before high school. The initials RM were what I was pounding on the asphalt cleaning erasers for Miss Gray in the 5th grade. I looked up, and Miss Gray was watching me in my artistic endeavors! She pulled my ear when I returned to class. I was humiliated. Miss Gray, my all-time favorite teacher, even called my mother that night.
Rose Marie was one of those popular gals that I was too shy to approach, one that I would have loved to meet again, even 50 years later. I would have given Rose Marie a big hug, and told her how much I admired her all those years ago.
How sweet and innocent we once were.