Ronna Jones Snyder

Most of you will not remember me as a classmate as my family moved out of the area after 7th grade at Kellogg Middle School. But, since I'm working on my OWN high school reunion and am using the same website format as Shorecrest1969 is, I "coincidentally" bumped into your website. When I scrolled down the names, I was amazed at how many of you I remembered from junior high school and especially Brookside Elementary and the old Lake Forest Park Elementary. Patsy Kelso was a wonderful friend in junior high. Betsy Holmes and Betsy Rushmer were in my Scout troop and I have fond memories of them as well. Same goes for Lonna Gregg.

Went to Mead High School in Spokane and then WSU. Then got woo'd away by a sensational job offer from KING Broadcasting doing what I was going to school to become: a copywriter. That gig morphed into a dream job as promotions manager for their local rock station.

Married at a probably-too-young-age to a great guy who I was too immature to appreciate. Discovered the error of my ways after a divorce and loosing everything to a house fire. Did a major overhaul on myself from the inside out and changed my ways--AND my values and perspectives in 1976. In short, I became a Christian.

Married Bill Snyder--a guy I'd met in the advertising biz--who'd done his own life-changing that same year. Our first child was born a year later.

Together we owned an advertising agency for a number of years while getting Lifetime Pools off the ground as it became a thriving Spokane pool and spa store.

I also raised and homeschooled four kids while juggling several personal "parttime" careers, which included my favorite--selling and marketing high dollar show horses as an equine broker. Once the kids were mostly grown I freelanced for a number of national magazines and the Spokesman Review daily paper. (I was both writer AND photo-journalist.)

Am now a hormonally-challenged, Harley-riding, retired writer/author (my book, Hot Flashes from Heaven, Harvest House Publishers, released last February) and wife of 33 years who is savoring "the good years". I am richly blessed far, far more than I deserve. May it be the same with you--

This memory goes way, way back. My mother was enrolling me in, like, first grade. I remember holding her hand and looking up at the way-tall counter. Next to us was another mommy signing in her little boy. I remember his big brown eyes and killer eyelashes. I was totally smitten. And I WAS SIX YEARS OLD! For the next SIX YEARS (Tip: That is until 7th grade!) I had a secret crush on little Timmy Volwiler. (Sorry, Tim, if you're reading this:) And then I grew a whole lot taller than he, as young girls often do, and moved to another town. I always wondered what happened to that adorable little boy--and what kind of man he grew up to be.