Weaving DNA

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Going to a high school reunion back home


I have been gone from San Jose many many years.  Lived in other places that I memorized, and have momentary meltdowns if I find myself in a familiar part of town but for a brief second or two, I can not remember which town.

But San Jose was home.

So the streets are like finding a friend and then suddenly you don't recognize them...sort of like having Alheimers on occasion.

Being with my classmates the past two weekends was interesting.  These were not my friends that I ran around with, in high school. Some I only recently became friends with and others have been in my life a long time.

But as the weekend progressed, I noticed that I felt like I was in familiar territory, it reminded me of being with a large group of my cousins, cousins that I grew up with as a little girl, cousins who had memories of the same places, the same events from different perspectives, but we do look alike, we have the same cousins aunts uncles and grandparents. We have the same DNa.

Pioneer alumni club is another type of DNA, I think. We are Pioneer Mustangs, Pioneer graduates having the same background, the same teachers, the same time in history when we were all shocked, saddened, elated, overjoyed, uncertain and self conscious.  San Jose teenagers at one time, dating, learning how to drive, learning to kiss, learning to dance, learning to have manners, learning about each other, experiencing heartache and loss, love and joy.

So watching these men in their sixties BarBQue was like watching family at a BBQ, this is how my dad would do it, this is how my sisters and I would set a table, how my mother would decorate, how my cousins would behave, and while we were all together, first at Kirk & Sue's and later at Pioneer, and then finally at Ron and Liz Eng's house, I felt like we were all cut from the same cloth, that we decorated our houses for a party, by putting fresh flowers in the bathroom and we were ONe, today, in this place, no matter where we went, we came from this place, and that it was as if our past tied us together in a way that being in another place could not do.

We were weaving our Pioneer DNA together again.


Submitted: January 09, 2016

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