This is the entrance to the auditorium at Redford Union High School in Redford Charter Township, Michigan. I attended RUHS from 1966 through 1970. Long time ago. I don't think this entrance has changed much, although I don't remember the stylized drama masks wall art. It might have been there, but I don't know. I do know I like it.
I remember many happy hours in this auditorium. Its where I studied Humanities and Drama with Mr. Mestas. It's where study hall and detention was held. To the right of the doors was where I had Geometry. It was kind of my sanctuary during some very dark and tumultuous days in the rough world of adolescents.
Just to the left of this entrance is where the manual arts were taught. I actually took woodshop, driver's ed, and auto maintenance there. Hadn't thought about those classes in a long time.
I found this picture scrolling through some pictures I took during my last visit to Michigan in 2014. It revived an interest in writing about those days when I wasn't quite sure I would make it to adulthood...wasn't even sure I wanted to make it adulthood. I wonder how many others were feeling the same way? Interesting how I thought I was the only one to have those feelings.
So this is a very significant picture for me. It is one I hadn't realized how much personal history had happened here, like when one very cold winter evening I came our of rehearsals for our production of My Sister Eileen only to find my '65 Corvair encased in ice from a sudden freeze after a light rain. Those were the days.
Memories, I think I'll keep 'em.