It was a few days before Christmas when I received a text message from my 17-year old niece Sarah, who lives in my home state of South Dakota.
"Recognize anyone?" , her straight-to-the-point message asked. I could actually hear her voice in my head as I read her words.
The attached photo was a snapshot of a photo which appeared to be tacked to a corkboard. The black and white photo had curling edges from the passing of time and showed a grouping of young people with fresh and eager faces, dressed in attire that was clearly from the 1970's.
Wait a minute. This photo looked very familiar. I squinted my eyes to help squeeze out the memory. Oh my! There I was, near the front row, far left. I hardly recognized my 17-year-old self with my 54 year-old eyes. How could Sarah see that the young girl in the photo was her middle-aged aunt? What was even more amazing was that this photo----taken 37 years ago-----was on display right now on the vocational school's corkboard. It... was..... just......there. No explanation. No description of who, what, when, where and why. This photo was taken from a much-earlier generation. From my youth.