Amy Bannister:
CLASS OF 1976
Westbury High SchoolClass of 1976
Houston, TX
Stephen F. Austin State UniversityClass of 1980
Nacogdoches, TX
Walter W. Fondren Middle SchoolClass of 1973
Houston, TX
Andy Anderson Elementary SchoolClass of 1970
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 havenÂt 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 itÂs just us.
This was my oldest and dearest friend, Susan Kress, celebrating her daughterÂs graduation from high school. IÂve 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 Âdrur pictures and eat Âstrur-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 IÂm not an artist by profession, so any collection is Âprivate. 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 wasnÂt 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 IÂm going, Susan and I havenÂt missed a single one. IÂm also bringing my sister, so that people will recognize me  IÂm Martha BannisterÂs 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 Â75 is sharing this reunion is even better news. Hope to see you there. It will be a great time.
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