There was a gathering of Lakenheath Lancers in San Antonio over the weekend of 4-5 April (folks who attended high school at RAF Lakenheath, UK). Photos below and at: http://imageevent.com/getdown/lakenheathinsanantonio
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Tag: Lakenheath
Comfort
The milieu in which I grew up made it clear that some people were predestined to be more successful than others. Continue reading “Comfort”
Lakenheath High School
I’m interrupting my Vegas series because I just found this photo over at the Lakenheath ning site.
Lakenheath High School, ca. 1977. This is what my high school looked like, people! (Same photo but bigger, better here.)
Kathy Soden Grant posted this photo with the caption: “The Smoking Area – Can anyone tell me how we got a smoking area?” I supposed we had a smoking area at school because we were all given ration cards to buy cigarettes when we turned 16…just another iteration of the relationship between the military and the cigarette industry. Of course, most of us dabbled in smoking cigarettes or became outright addicted long before turning 16.
I gave up smoking when I was 14 because Kevin Foley didn’t like it. It didn’t help with my relationship with Kevin, but I’m a happy non-smoker to this day.
I do believe that Phil Mason is the guy on the left (in the letter jacket) walking toward the camera. And to the right–the center person in the group of 3–Peggy Gralish?
Ahem. Pardon my nostalgia. I have a clinically certifiable case.
Old Blighty (Part Three)
We left Norwich by train and hurtled through familiar scenery…Breckland, Thetford Forest, Brandon, even the spot where the train tracks cross the road that goes from Lakenheath to Feltwell. My junior high was in Feltwell, and I used the bus ride from Lakenheath to finish homework. (Aeriel view of the area.)
These photos are quite blurry, thanks to the fast moving train and smudgy windows. But this is what it looks like where I grew up.
Thetford Forest.
I saw a couple of jets from RAF Lakenheath, and caught one of them in the photo below (represented in classic black-smudge-at-the-top-of-the-frame fashion).
The train made a stop in Ely. Here’s a snap of Ely Cathedral, famous for its octagonal tower.
Next time I’m over, I plan to spend a bit of time in Ely.
The train continued to Peterborough, and there we changed trains for York. Peterborough, btw, has a booming economy (growing faster than the rest of England) and is home to many Italian, Indian, Pakistani and more recently Eastern European immigrants.
Still to come: John, Pauline and York.
Extra credit:
You can read about The Fens here.
Exactly where I used to live…9 Cedar Close, Lakenheath. (See the house with the round pool in the back yard near the road? That’s where my friend Missy lived. If you go north from Missy’s house, that was my house. The left side of the duplex. I used to watch the sun set behind that farm across the road. God, I love Google.)
West Coast Grrlie Blather 