Freeda, Joe, and Byron

I've talked with Freeda Blair Davis, Joe Hammon's wife, Joyce, and Byron Thompson by telephone.  I've left messages for Jessie Anne Thompson Coffey, Darrel Bays,Wanda Sue Lyon Keener, and Ruth Thornsbury Whitt by telephone.  I've already connected by email with Freeda.  Hopefully the rest will get back soon.

Two folks that seem to have moved away from their old email addresses and REAL addresses are Willis Ray Wheeler and Billy Short.  If ANYBODY has a clue about where they might be, let me know.

Janith SUE, and Barbara and Larry . . .

I've heard from SUE Moore (Janith Sue Rowe) and Barbara York & Larry Artrip.  Herbie Rice sent me a working list from the 40th Reunion and John Wright sent me the actual text from the phamplet published for it.  So, it comes, tho slowly.  On the other hand, we've got more than a year to get there.

Bobby Stansbury and Nancy Karen Moore Albright

I just got emails from Nancy Karen Moore Albright and Bobby Stansbury.  Nancy's still in Alexandria, Virginia, and Bobby is not too far away in Lexington.  Sooooo glad every time I hear from another person.  Those of you who are reading and not commenting, I wish you WOULD . . . and/or I hope you add yourselves to our Facebook Group just as soon as I have you email and invite you.  Just heard that BOTH Nancy Pattons are gone (Nancy Beth Patton Lemaster AND Nancy Karen Patton Shortridge).  

Sam Lyon sent me a poem.  I'd say it was about right, except we haven't managed every 10 years.

THE CLASS REUNION
 

Every ten 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 the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.

No one had heard about the class nerd
Who'd guided a 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 65th 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