I saw this meme a while back and saved it. It asks: What were you doing 10, 20, 30 years ago?
10 years ago: That would be 1998. I had quit a job (without another one) to escape some insanity and was now working at a long-term care facility. I was in Facilities and was the only female. It was awesome! Besides my gig at Dorney Park as a teenager, this was probably my most fun job. I was really close with a lot of the guys and my friend Sarah also worked there. It was great to get to see her and hang out at lunch with her. There were a lot of things that went down while I was there that should have somehow been shocking to me, but it was all the nature of the place…I won’t go into detail, so as not to incriminate anyone! : ) This was also the second job where someone talked with me about God and faith and really made me think. This person was Jim Wiley, our driver. He would come sit in the office with me and talk to me about the work place, my life, everything. He always tried to get me to see the right path to take and shared his faith with me with great ease. I was so sad when he fell ill and passed away – he was one of those people who may be in your life for only a short season but have a great impact.
20 years ago: 1988. Trying to figure out what in the world I was going to do after graduation; I knew I wanted to get the heck out of small town America and go to Temple more than anything but was struggling to reconcile that with what others wanted for me. I applied to Temple, Penn State, Indiana University of Pennsylvania and I think Bloomsburg. I was Sports Editor of the high school paper but really enjoyed writing editorials more than anything (yes, I did say Sports Editor…that’s how I got my start on the high school paper…can’t recall why other than they probably needed someone, because I certainly had no clue what I was doing. I can laugh at all the things I DIDN’T know!! But I learned a lot…) This would also be the year when I would move on and start my senior year…with my teachers on STRIKE. I was part of group that picketed back (and I have the pictures to prove it!) We made signs and got out there early to let the teachers and school board know it was no all right with us to have our senior year delayed. (Some of us also got to be interviewed on the local radio station for our part in the protest…I can’t remember much about that except that we had to get up really early and then we were very giggly throughout most of it.) Once school started, I had some awesome classes with some great teachers (creative writing, english lit, newspaper, early childhood development) and had a great year. My friends in high school weren’t the same I had had in junior high – mainly because of where I was involved; I kind of gravitated more towards those who were doing the same things as I was at that point and had a whole different group…who spent a lot of nights at Perkins, drinking coffee, eating mozzarella sticks and laughing our butts off.
30 years ago: 1978. Um, I was 7. I was in Miss Haas’ first grade class and was in love with Chris Walker. Well, everyone was in love with Chris Walker. He was a blue eyed blonde and just beautiful. He moved away that year, I believe, and I was heartbroken. For 2nd grade, I was in Mrs. Martinez’s class. I remember her sitting in the hallway working on teaching me to tie my shoes because I was just terrible at it. I remember too that she and another teacher brought our classes together and were trying to teach us how to dance – not funky dancing but like formal dancing, boy/girl. I don’t remember who I had to dance with but just that it was terribly uncomfortable and I was embarassed.