1978: I turn 21


1978: I have 5 Advanced Placement credits from high school. I get credit for my studies in Quebec City and in France. Maybe I take one extra class to graduate from Davidson a year early–in May of 1978. During the summer T and I live in Atlanta at my parent’s house–in the little room off the kitchen where I answered the phone when Kennedy was shot. I work as a receptionist at my father’s company but have no memory of what T does. In the fall we live in married housing at Davidson–in one of four adorable little cottages by the railroad tracks. T is a senior, and I have a job as Assistant to the President of the college, the first female to hold this position. On Sunday nights, I lie on the sofa and watch Dallas, unused to this feeling of not having anything hanging over me, no studying to do. Life is easy.

39 days to 60


Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver

6 thoughts on “1978: I turn 21

  1. Whoa, what a photo! I’m a little stunned by that cigar! And I’m guessing that’s a perm, yes? Was no head left untouched??

    Are you amazed that you can’t remember what T did? I think that’s so interesting. What about your relationship with your parents at that time? The gaps you leave are just pulsing with good stuff….

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  2. Oh yes, I paid good money for that look. The gaps may be pulsing but with limited space and time, I only get to what rises fast. All good with parents–only difficult moments there were my early teens when I wasn’t old enough to be allowed my own decisions.

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