“Who Knows Where the Time Goes”

There is a song by Judy Collins with that title and it still sends me back to younger and less complicated times.
I have the pleasure of celebrating the graduation of several beautiful girls this week. The most near to my heart is my niece Ryann who will take her diploma from the same hallowed halls that I walked when I was looking out upon a road full of possibility.
This of course got me thinking back to where and what I was doing the year of my graduation
So please indulge me in the stroll, allow me to weave a memory of the year 1980.

It was a year of reward…

My parents and I on the day I was chosen Washington’s top soprano at the WMEA state solo contest singing Rossini's 

"Una Voce Poco Fa"

It was the year I learned to ride a lawnmower instead of pushing one,

but I never learned to like my picture being taken.

On a cool June evening, wearing Pioneer red and black

I sang “Who Know Where the Time Goes” before receiving my diploma from Omak High.

It was a year of reaching new heights…

I captured this view from the top of the Empire State looking out toward the Twin Towers.

and flying far afield…

Versailles Gardens with other members of the “America’s Youth in Concert” choir on our month long trip through Europe

And it was a year of Love…

My Michael & I with the Harley of course

Happy Graduation dear Ryann

may your year be full of sweet memory.

Ryann Joy Hill