Fifty-six years later, time speaks slowly 

By: Sallie Rose Hollis

One of my classmates at our 56-year Farmerville High School reunion asked me, “Are you going to write about this in your column?” 

“You know I’ll have to,” I said. “But I don’t know what I’m going to say yet.” 

Truth is: I still don’t know. All the scenes, the sounds, the conversations are swirling in my head. 

Maybe it’s because I haven’t posted my pictures to Facebook yet. They’re still in my phone, awaiting a day without a deadline or an event. Meanwhile, they sit in neat little rows while I ponder them – and maybe even the meaning of life. 

But first, I know you’re wondering: a 56- year high school reunion? Yes.