This is the only picture that I had taken during the reunion. (click on to enlarge) I am the gray headed one. My class had poor participation in the activities. Only 4 of us were at the multi-class function in the afternoon and only 8 at the dance. We originally had 32 classmates, now 3 of those are deceased.
I enjoyed seeing the friends that I had in classes above and below me. It was fun trying to figure out who such and such was. One of the girls I had not seen since she graduated in 1964, I knew the maiden name but called her by her sister’s name. Another I had not seen since 1963 and I knew her. Both had changed, but the face was enough the same to know who they were.
A younger classmate that I had study hall with just kept saying my name over a few times with unbelief in her voice and then she said “your hair, your hair, your hair is so pretty”. (Years ago my hair was very dark, almost black.)
I felt sorry for my husband. He knew only a couple of my classmates.
Another neat thing was a former student that graduated 15 years before I did and now attends the church I grew up in was there. I was not expecting to see her and neither she me. We only know each other because of church attendance.
My husband and I looked over my 1965 annual and did a comparison of those from my class we saw last night.
Til Next Time
