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We’re not quite there yet, but I thought this poem was funny!!

THE CLASS REUNION

Every five years, as summertime nears,
An announcement arrives in the mail;
A reunion is planned… it’ll be really grand;
Make plans to attend without fail.

I’ll never forget the first time we met;
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress.

It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,
And everyone thought it was swell.

The men all conversed about who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.

The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.

No one had heard about the class nerd
Who’d guided spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who’s always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.

The boy we’d decreed ‘most apt to succeed’
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted ‘least’ now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.

They awarded a prize to one of the guys
Who seemed to have aged the least..
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast.

They took a class picture, a curious mixture
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs.

At our next get-together, no one cared whether
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we’d all gone to pot.

It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.

By the fiftieth year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren’t dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.

And now I can’t wait; they’ve set the date; Our sixtieth is coming, I’m told.
It should be a ball, they’ve rented a hall
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.

Repairs have been made on my hearing aid;
My pacemaker’s been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;
And I’ve bought a new wig and glass eye.

I’m feeling quite hearty, and I’m ready to party
I’m gonna dance ’til dawn’s early light.
It’ll be lots of fun; But I just hope that there’s one
Other person who can make it that night.

(Author Unknown)
“Life is Wonderful.”

Hometown Allure: Is It Still Alive?

Looking back over life, I’m certain we’ve all had our ups and downs. We tend to remember the good times and try to forget the bad.

I remember times that stick in my mind when the activity, itself, was unpleasant, but the results of the activity were very pleasant, indeed. Fortunately, although I remember pain in my life, I no longer remember the actual feeling.

So it tends to be with childhood.

Belle Glade, South Bay, Lake Harbor – these were the towns that our high school attracted. Each small town had its innocent fun for those growing up there.

Today, those towns have changed and “Leave It To Beaver” no longer exists.

Being from South Bay, I spent a lot of time at the “park” where community activities were centered. Halloween festivals and Little League games were the allure as a small child, from elementary through Junior High.

And, speaking of Halloween, it was easy to cover the whole town “trick or treating” on foot; and everyone knew all the kids as we made our way from house to house.

Now those kids from three little towns have grown up and grown apart.

I just want to remind classmates that not only are we getting together to see and visit with each other and catch up on the years gone by; but we’re also HOSTING this event for other classes to come celebrate with us. This is why we need active participation to allure others to come.

What was the allure of your hometown, as a child?

What can you think of that will entice former classmates to meet us in Stone Mountain?

What Do You Remember About The Jr/Sr Prom?

High school was a fun time; football, clubs, dances, movies, cruisin’. And, although we may have forgotten some of the details, we still remember the happy times – the teachers, the activities, and the friends.

As I think back, the one thing that stands out to me when thinking about a prom, is working together to make it all happen.

I remember everyone had a job to do to create the atmosphere of the chosen theme… hanging streamers, painting the set, etc.

The gymnasium doors were locked so no one could peek inside as the whole class got together to create some magic. It was a group effort which paid off. It was fun because everyone pitched in to make the prom a success.

Can you imagine the huge venture of just a few people trying to put the prom together? But when everyone pitched in, the result was effective, bringing labor and love of our school together.

Now, imagine if every classmate today would get involved with this reunion – how much could be accomplished? And, how great would be the results?

Not only that, but think of the association with fellow classmates during the decoration of the gymnasium – the fun and the friendship – and how that association could be resurrected today!

“Silence is Golden” – but not when you need to speak up.

Put your name down as an attendee, then follow through. Sign other classes up. And, don’t think it’s too far in advance. Life is short, my friends!

We need everyone to participate in this 50th Anniversary of our graduation. Without you, it will not be a “Class Reunion”, but only a “group reunion”.

I appeal to each and every one of you to put forth the effort to make this reunion an overwhelming success.

I challenge you…

Take just three names of people who are not on the “Attendees” list and start a buzz. Communicate with them on a regular basis.

Together, This Reunion Will Be A BLAST!

(Now then, if you want to write about what you remember from your Junior/Senior prom, the stage is yours:)

The Birth Of Our Class Reunion

Sometime around 2002, I was surprised by a call from Jenny Austin Roberts. I had been on the class “missing list” for years. It turned out that Jenny had been contacted by Peggy Carlton Young that we both had the same phone area code.

How was this determined? Someone tracked down my sister and my sister supplied my phone number. How Peggy got it, I’m not quite sure.

So, Jenny called me and we got together. She tried to get me to go to an upcoming reunion; but after all those years, I wasn’t interested.

Fast forward…. 2008…

The class of 1963 was planning a reunion. I decided it may be fun to go and see old friends, as Jenny had shared with me photos of the previous one.

But, if I went, I wanted to take my video camera to record the event for my own pleasure. After making arrangements, I traveled to St. Augustine with camcorder and tripod in hand.

I have to tell you that the first night I was there, I was ready to turn around and come home.

I called a friend and said, “I don’t know any of these people.”

I mention that here for anyone who may be thinking this may become their experience with our own reunion. Time and distance can be a mean memory thief.

Upon my return home in 2008, and after the production of the video (turns out everyone who attended that reunion got a DVD as their souvenir), I got a call from Irene Manzanilla, who was living only a few miles from me.

It seems Irene found Jenny on Classmates and Jenny told Irene where I was located.

When Irene and I got together, she watched the DVD and was saddened to learn it had just occurred and she missed it, not knowing it even took place.

At that time, Irene and I decided 1962 should have a 50th reunion!

This is how the seed was planted.

I knew Ted Roman lived nearby, and although I had not seen Teddy for 45 years, I picked up the phone and left a message. He called back.

So, Gail, Ted, and Irene met to discuss
how to make a 50th reunion happen.

Irene has since moved out of state. We miss her at our gatherings, which now include Roy Ethridge. Roy (and Franci, class of ’63) also live in Atlanta.