Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Western Union--for Me?
It was a warm day the May 26th, and I was nervous. This was a special day, a milestone in my life. I had on my blue gown and cap, with the gold sash, standing in line waiting for the music to begin, when a man in a black uniform came rushing up to me. He called my name, and then said "Telegram". Hesitantly, I took it, sure that my perfect day was about to be ruined. What terrible thing had happened that required a telegram. My folks were in the grandstands, all my brothers and sisters were here. I was confused. Slowly, I opened the envelope and read the message--a message of congratulations from my Aunt and Uncle in California. My dread turned to joy. I was special. I was the only one graduating that day who got a telegram. Although it is over 50 years old, I still treasure it.