The last time my high school
had a Harvest Festival was also my freshman year.
Harvest Festival was a
week-long event, celebrating agricultural history and achievements. The final
event was a public gathering at the school gymnasium, where representatives of
each high school class would walk down the middle aisle of folding chairs and
then sit in one of the front rows.
Students from each class
elected a girl as Harvest Festival Queen. Each Queen selected a boy as her
escort, generally with the question, “Would you walk with me in the Harvest
Festival?”
The freshman class elected
Patricia Minton as Harvest Festival Queen. Patricia sat in front of me in
general science class. We often talked before class began and became casual
friends. The school had two separate classes, first through eighth grades. I
was in the B-designated class; Patricia was the A class, so we had not had much
interaction before ninth grade.
Two friends, James and Jimmy,
also had general science class with me. Jimmy sat behind me and one row to my
right; James sat directly behind me.
About two days after class
Harvest Queen election, Jimmy said to James, “Who do you think Patricia will
ask to walk with her?” James said, “I don’t know.” Then he said, “Maybe she’ll
ask Bob.” Both laughed as though that idea was the funniest they had ever
heard.
Funny thing was, I figured
she would ask me.
And that same day, not five
minutes after Jimmy and James made the funniest joke ever, Patricia did just
that. She came into the classroom, sat at her desk, turned, and said, “Would
you walk with me in the Harvest Festival?” I said, “Sure.” I don’t remember
what James and Jimmy had to say, if anything. My parents and my sisters and
brother were quite impressed that Patricia asked me to walk with her.
For the Harvest Festival
walk, boys had to wear a white jacket, black slacks, a tie, black shoes and
black socks. I did not have a white jacket or a tie. My mother called all her
relatives. One, her brother Randall, had a white jacket. Problem was, I was
already six feet tall. Randall was not. But, my mother had found a white jacket,
and that was the one I would wear. Buying a white jacket was out of the
question. My mother did, however, buy a clip-on bow tie for me to wear.
I don’t remember anything
about the Festival walk. I think Patricia and I were first, being freshmen and
all. I offered her my arm, she took it, and then we walked down the middle aisle of about 200 folding chairs set on the gymnasium floor. The sleeves of my borrowed jacket were about four inches above my wrists. The gymnasium was packed. Any kind of school activity brought out a lot of
people.
Somewhere in sophomore year,
Patricia and her best friend, Martha Harvey, announced they would graduate a
year early. Next school year, Patricia and Martha were seniors, while we lowly
juniors still had two years remaining.
