Not hard to spot me in the class photo is it? Tasmania in 1980 wasn’t very multicultural.
When some of us met up for lunch at Mud Bar on Saturday time had certainly passed. But not to us.
Old reminiscents, shared memories, anecdotes about detentions and odd teachers made 1980 feel as recent as yesterday.
After lunch I revisited my old home in Beulah Gardens, East Launceston….
The reunion dinner that night was held in the assembly hall
we became nostalgic….
the words to the school war cry were debated…
and then – as is the tradition with all reunions – we got really silly…
What an amazing group of women. Smart, gorgeous and sassy. I already miss them.