Race and War in 1964

In our little town, as in towns across the South, schools had been segregated since the end of the Civil War. Schools for the black kids were on the other side of the railroad tracks. Even Hispanic students spent the first three years in separate schools, ostensibly to learn English. There were segregated bathrooms and water fountains, and black moviegoers sat upstairs in the theatre balcony. Despite the Brown v. Board of Education decision ten years earlier, 1964 was the year our school finally integrated.

Countdown to My 50th Class Reunion

In just two weeks, I’m going to join a few dozen old (quite old, now) friends in celebrating our 50th High School Class Reunion. It seems impossible that so much time has passed, but I have several reminder emails mentioning that number, so I guess it must be true…Since fifty years is really quite a long time, and reviewing that era is rather an historical exercise, I thought it would be interesting to share a few of my memories and impressions here and in social media. So this is the first of a series of posts leading up to the big event.