A Book of Memories

Posted by Will on January 9, 2012

It seems every now and then when I get back to Georgia I always tend to run across some item of nostalgia. This particular item isn’t mine nor is it something I was actually a part of. Yet, it is actually a really fantastic find of my Dad’s — his old junior college yearbook.

My Dad spent his first two years of higher education at Young Harris College, a small, private liberal arts college in the the farthest reaches of northeast Georgia. He was a second generation YHC graduate (I looked into being a third but it was too small for my tastes) and looking through the yearbook, quite the active student.

There is a somewhat humorous story of how through the years Dad would every now and then mention he was Mr. Young Harris College his sophomore year. Naturally, David and I thought he was trying to pull one over on us (although, looking back, I don’t know why he would have any reason to). When I took a visit in 2006 to look around at Young Harris, Dad somehow procured a copy of this yearbook to prove his title. Thus, the myth became reality.

It is pretty fascinating to see Dad at a younger point in his life (sans mustache no less) and it is slightly mental to see how much he and David look alike.

Below are a few select pages. I promised Dad I wouldn’t post a ton of the photos I took.