Amy Bannister:  

CLASS OF 1976
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Houston, TX
Nacogdoches, TX
Houston, TX
Houston, TX

Amy's Story

Life Dear Friends This past weekend I attended a celebration for a recent high school graduate. Fortunately I was out of town the weekend before and unable to attend the commencement or put my future (childless) husband through another long program. The guy has been a real trooper attending my son's graduation three years ago, and my daughter's last year. (Both attended gargantuan Houston area high schools - during the exercises your butt goes numb all the way to your cranium.) Commencement exercises can be terribly boring to those not involved, I barely remember my own commencement, who spoke or what advice they gave and I haven’t improved with age either. When my sister graduated from college, it was my first college commencement program. Somehow I thought it would be more interesting. But, if commencement exercises are (too) long, the celebrations surrounding them are some of the most memorable events that ever take place. They were then and they are now, or maybe it’s just us. This was my oldest and dearest friend, Susan Kress, celebrating her daughter’s graduation from high school. I’ve known Susan since Art Class with Miss Ekwo at Fondren Junior High. She had recently moved to Houston from Ridgefield Park, New Jersey [she used to “drur” pictures and eat “strur-berries,” too funny.]. We have been friends for thirty-five years, and counting. I know her bette...Expand for more
r and see her more often than I do my two older sisters and my only brother. She has the largest private collection of my original watercolors (excluding my own) although I’m not an artist by profession, so any collection is “private.” She and her husband obligingly put up with my second husband through years (17, to be exact) of absolutely the most boring, nonsensical level of dissertation (conversation means more than one person gets to talk, a concept lost on this poor sole) that anyone ever attempted without the ability to pronounce the long words he chose or to conjugate a single verb to the past-present tense (thank you, Mrs. Marshall). (The first husband wasn’t around long enough to really grate on anyone, with the exception of me of course.) I bless them both, with all my heart - Susan and her husband Don, that is. Now, in the middle of the end of friends with kids still young enough to be graduating from high school – comes our thirty-year reunion. Of course I’m going, Susan and I haven’t missed a single one. I’m also bringing my sister, so that people will recognize me – I’m Martha Bannister’s sister. We just may drag Nan Dole Morris along, like we used to drag her (kicking and screaming) to US Disco, so the guys will talk to us. The fact that the Class of ’75 is sharing this reunion is even better news. Hope to see you there. It will be a great time.
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My Parents, Christmas 2006
First Grade Portrait
Junior High
2495eve eve
amy sr. pic
Emily and her new Uncle Bobby.
The Wedding Party.
Susan, my sister Martha and my son, Clif.
Susan Kress Wilson and my husband, Mike.
Just us girls.
Wedding Day
Me, my brother Wayne and sister Martha
My daughter Emily on prom night (May 2005)
My son, Clif, with a girlfriend
Alaskan Cruise June 2005
Alaskan Cruise

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