Blast to the Past

 

I had the privilege of spending this past weekend with a group of people that I have known and loved for a little over 20 years now.

It seems like yesterday all our paths converged on a little Baptist women’s college here in Alabama.

 

 

God chose Judson to bring us all together and our time there sealed our bonds of friendship forever.

This weekend was just like any other get together, we picked up right where we left of last time. The weekend was full of laughter, singing and picture taking!

Did I mention there was singing??? We got our weekend started with a little Karaoke on Friday night. We ROCKED the Bed and Breakfast we rented.

And somehow I got us all started with “Hit me with your best shot” to which those are the only words I know of that song…..oh and “fire away”.

I’d also like it duly noted Teresa and I gave a rousing rendition of “I’ve Got You Babe” as well as “We Didn’t Start the Fire”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We spent most of Saturday on Judson’s campus reminiscing and visiting other friends from our college days. Again there was a lot of squealing, laughing, and photo taking.

I must say one of the highlight’s of the day was a little project named Operation Flat Tasha, who was the brain child of our friend Peggy. Tasha is one of our dear friends who lives in Oklahoma and was unable to attend, but look how she came to campus:

 

Just like Flat Stanley, if any of you are familiar with that story. We took pictures with Flat Tasha ALL over campus. She was the hit of the day….people we asking us what we were doing and they all loved the idea (props to Pegs).

Here are a few photos from the day:

 

My chemistry professor, Dr. Williams

 

 

I taught Kristin horseback riding lessons when she was ten! She is now a wonderful mother of two.

 

 

Judson’s two infamous bloggers. Me and my blogging mentor, Teresa of Livin’ the Wood Life.

 

 

 

Besides visiting with all my friends, another highlight of the day was this:

This plate of goodness would be called French Silk Pie. It has been a Judson tradition since before my time. And it was just as good as ever.

 

 

 

Ok, this photo is significant because it is riddled with controversy! This handsome young gentleman would be the Biology professor of the college. I spent MANY hours with this man in lectures and lab classes. Did I mention HOURS!!

The beautiful young lady in the photo, once again is my college bff Teresa. She received her B.A. in music from Judson. Oh, and she was crowned Miss Judson in 1988.

During our lovely luncheon, I spotted Dr. Wilson and he waved and he proceeded to come back around to our table for a hug and photo op….. with TERESA! Did I mention the only reason she ever graced the science building during our college years was for movie night on the weekends or to visit yours truly—who spent HOURS in the science building.

(Teresa KNEW I would throw this in)

 

day at Judson ended with a traditional step-sing of Judson songs. It’s always the highlight of our day!

 

 

 

This year we decided to spend Saturday night too, for one more day of visiting. We spent the evening with more friends at their B&B and, again, spent a lot of time talking and laughing. Before leaving, we each shared our story of how we chose Judson those many years ago. Amazingly, many of our stories were very similar….and it was a “God thing”.

 

 

 

 

 

We had a lazy Sunday morning and enjoyed a delicious breakfast at our B&B:

 

 

 

French toast, poached eggs, ham, and fresh fruit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We took the time for just one more photo before we all went our separate ways again.

 

 

From the words of one of our Judson songs:

“Time made a place for us, we turned at it was gone.

Now though our days are through, the memory lingers on.”

And friends are friends forever
If the Lord's the Lord of them
And a friend will not say never
'Cause the welcome will not end
Though it's hard to let you go
In the Father's hands we know
That a lifetime's not too long
To live as friends

--“Friends” by Michael W. Smith