We moved to Inglewood, California May, 1965. We encountered a realtor while house-hunting one Sunday afternoon. She and my mother-in-law began a conversation. As they talked they discovered they were not only from the same state: Indiana; and not only from the same town: Frankfort; and not only were they the same age, but had gone to the same high school.
A Reminisce Magazine article, Oct/Nov, 2015, told the story of an Army medic in Japan soon after WWII. He wanted to buy souvenir,s and a buddy told him to take the train to a certain stop and walk into town. He walked into a curio shop and heard a friendly Japanese voice speaking excellent English. They began a conversation. He asked where she came from: California. He was too. Where in California: Oakland. So was he. What high school in Oakland: University High. For heaven’s sake, his own school. When did she graduate: 1938. He also!
She gave her name, whipped out her yearbook, showed her picture—and nearly next to it was his!
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