Linda Steele Perry

Castroville, TX   

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It's a wonder that I don't have a sore neck all the time, dividing my time as I seem to do between looking forward to see where this life road is going next and looking back to see if I've really been where I seem  to remember being! Gosh, what fun!  My children and their children remain my favorite companions for this "road trip"; coming in close second, however, are the friends I've made over the years through church and teaching connections, as well as those few and increasingly precious ones from the old days in Pampa. 

A typical week for me these days includes spending one day a week keeping company with three year old twin grandsons who excel at showing me a brand new view of the world. (They also keep me focused on what I can still do so that I don't stray too often into the backward-looking territory of how I compare with the twenty-three or forty-five or sixty year old version of their Lindy!)  One day a week during the school year I mentor new teachers in our local school district. A young teacher in the department I chaired for many years proposed the program, and I helped her create and write the guidelines for the mentor program. (She thanked me for my help by being my guide on a fabulous trip to Guatemala several years ago!).  Working at the middle school where I still have so many friends allows me to keep up with those associations. The other days of the week I had expected would be filled with hikes, short trips with friends, extended family gatherings, and church work; instead I've spent more time than I like to think about preparing for and recovering from a series of back surgeries. The library and I are really good friends, and thank goodness for the wonders of internet shopping and email correspondence with family and friends! 

All things considered, I think that the Class of '58 is fortunate to have been so well-prepared for living by the school, the community and the time in which we grew up. I'm constantly amazed and inspired by the "doings" of our classmates, and I'm looking forward to our next gathering in September! Maybe, instead of wheelchair races which, in retrospect, seem prophetic!!, this time we can amuse ourselves by constructing a theoretical bionic classmate made from all of our replaced and improved parts!