Age is Only a State of Mind

I just spent a weekend with college friends. The term decades ago is a very appropriate description of our years together at Los Angeles Baptist College in Newhall, Calif. – now, The Masters College.

Reunions are not events for which I anxiously await.


There are people who perpetually live in the past. Adamantly, I am not one of them. Refreshingly, neither are my five buddies who once shared dorm rooms and stall showers during our years at college.

I am stunned at how little we have changed.

Our temperaments have not changed either; so, I will include them, in today’s post, for those readers who understand my fascination with the human temperament.

The smartest one, from college days, is still the smartest one today. The only difference is she now teaches at UCLA. (RED/BLUE)

The prettiest one is, not surprisingly, still beautiful, and authors fictional romance novels with reference to her Italian roots. (BLUE/RED)

The nicest one is still nicer than the rest of us. To prove it, she shared her Disneyland penthouse timeshare with us for the weekend. (GREEN/RED)

The friendliest flirt is still married to her college boyfriend.  She says she still flirts, promising it is with him, only. (YELLOW/GREEN)

The godliest one still loves the Lord.  Her ladies’ Bible study numbers in the hundreds now, as opposed to the five of us she desperately prayed for and tried to influence from her dorm room.  (GREEN/RED)

The funniest one, is still the funniest one – and now, among other things, I blog. (YELLOW/RED)

Between us, we have 16 kids, 45 grandkids and dozens of dysfunctional in-laws. We are still nearly perfect and quite surprised we all married beneath ourselves.

All of us have buried our parents, accomplished 8 career changes and have, for the most part, preserved our sense of humor. Yesterday, we laughed as hard as if we had just returned from science class last period.

We reminded each other of the nights we climbed out of dorm windows and pushed a car a block from the parking lot so no one would hear the engine start. Three of us made up the English class grade curve – from the top student to the lowest grade. None of us admitted to kissing the others’ boyfriends back then…even though we suspect it happened.

Only one still does everyone’s hair…brilliantly.

My biggest surprise is the bond I feel with each one, after so many years and so many separate paths of life. I would still stay up all night sharing dreams and bad date horror stories with each of these remarkable women.

What fun!

The weekend flew by too quickly. I have been 19 years old these past three delightful days! I will only admit to you – I now need a nap.

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  • Rose Anne Thornburg

    That was a great share! I’ll have to recheck the picture to see if I guessed the temperaments correctly. Thanks, Kathleen!

    • thekathleenchapman

      We missed you Rose Anne!

  • Debbie Pelichowski

    LOVE your stories!!! Sounds like a great weekend!!!

  • Janet Simcic

    It was not difficult to figure it out…who was who…thanks for the compliment. I take no responsibility for any of the ridiculously silly things I did in college. However, despite the “decades” in between, I am still a child at heart. It is the now that counts! And what we do today and tomorrow. However, if it’s not fun…..Hmmmm…..and Yes, I can make a memorial fun. You should see the videos of my parents’ funeral services! Onward…..and could it be the next reunion will be in heaven? And since I haven’t studied the colors, but only Florence’s stuff, I am 80% sanguine and 20% phlegmatic. That quiet introspective “I want to be alone” side is always surprising to people. I am unorganized, will drop an important task at the drop of a hat to have coffee with friends, and crave being alone. I always envy people who are snowbound in the winter. My next alone time will be in April…when my hubby is out of town. I stay home, don’t answer the phone, don’t make the bed, don’t cook, but read and enjoy the silence. Ah! Can hardly wait.
    Until next time, I pray we all have an amazing year. Because every year counts now!

  • Barbara Alden

    I so totally agree with you. The weekend flew by, and it did make us all feel 17 again. What fun and yet when people ask me what we did, it amazing that we talked non-stop just catching up!! One of the highlights was “Putting some WOW in some Bible Stories” You are amazing, Kathleen! Thanks for the Blog and thanks for being you!!! (and for sharing the real you in your Blog)