tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412444227644231584.post6225766508127548726..comments2009-06-11T19:57:10.376-07:00LWCnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412444227644231584.post-63497681643070225332009-06-11T19:57:10.376-07:002009-06-11T19:57:10.376-07:00Claire swept the boards with an academic presidents award today that brought myself and all the assorted family to tears. There is joy amidst the sentiment here. However, I couldn&#39;t help but think that her heart and mine have lived in two worlds these last three years. Here&#39;s to you as well Ashland friends.Kerrynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412444227644231584.post-61795033916966552992009-06-11T09:46:49.028-07:002009-06-11T09:46:49.028-07:00Fifth grade graduation . . . wha . ..? Fifth grade, fifth grade? I had a nice lady who gave me fifty cent pieces for helping her clean the classroom when school closed for summer. Maybe this was a dark stretch of my history and I&#39;ve gone blank. I&#39;m impressed that you can remember anything!!!<br /><br />-MAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412444227644231584.post-10591702627503375342009-06-11T09:33:56.472-07:002009-06-11T09:33:56.472-07:00Kerry,<br /><br />I had Claire in my heart yesterday when her old class walked through the Helman gym. I was hoping she was having her own great graduation up there.<br /><br />Please come down this summer, and we&#39;ll get her together with all her friends (and yours!) at the waterslides.Jennie Englundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943722538573178226noreply@blogger.com