40 Year Class Reunion

Another high school class reunion, my 40 year gathering, has come and gone. I worked on the committee, which consisted of a good friend from the old days and me. After months of phone calling and web searching, the event was over in about six hours. Had a great time and I think the other 80 or so did, also. I am always sad to have it end, because the slice of life we know as the high school years was very delectable for me. Not that those days were all perfect and good, but because, very simply, they were what they were, fit into a slot of our history and lived within the context of the time. I think of my past often, with all the good and bad, but I do not compare one time to another, that would be unfair. I do not judge what I did in one time against the values and expectations of a different time. In short, it was what it was, just as the current is what it is. Sure, I carry baggage from the high school days, who doesn't? But, I am beginning to think I am one of the few who opened up my baggage, heaved out what was not needed and brought forward anything I thought might be of value.

This is a difficult post to write, because, as many people know, I got involved when my cousin, Jimmy Floyd, passed away and I don’t want to be sappy or maudlin. I didn’t want to do this, but he hounded me, as he always could, to perfection. It was his goal and dream to be at this reunion, and I think one of the reasons was that he wanted the two of us to touch again that golden time when we lived together, during our freshman year, when we were Lewis and Clark, Boone and Crockett, Butch and Sundance.  I have become a hard person to sell to and only agreed after his death—although, truth be admitted, I would have given in to his pestering ways. It worked out great. Eric handled the physical duties, because he lives in Defiance, while Cheri and I (mostly her) handled updating the class list. We had a fair number of classmates who were not interested and will not be in the future. She ask one about being listed as “Not Interested” and the reply was, “You can put be down as dead, for all I care.” All that stuff is okay, because each person lives as they wish and it is not for me to finger point or name call.

Technology has made the process much easier and I will likely stay connected and work on the next one, for 2017. Thanks to all who came, to all whose baggage was loaded only with the clothing and personal items they needed for the visit to our hometown. I know if my cousin were still here, we would have sat at one of the tables, after all the people were gone, had one final drink and nodded to each other. We would have stood and hugged, because we have come to the point in life where handshakes are passé.  Then, the last one out would flip off the light and lock the door.

There are three photo journals to view, the Friday night events, the attendees and the actual reunion on Saturday. Click on the caption below the photo of the group you want to view. I am an equal opportunity offender and make no apologies!  If you get lost while viewing, just come back to the blog and start again.

Friday concert, gathering at Jerseys, setting up the hall

Attendees identified

Photos of the fun evening