Posted by: winteridge | July 24, 2012

Class of ’57 Had a Dream…

Heading up to Lowville this weekend for the Double Nickel Reunion of my high school class.  Some of those good folks I have not seen in 30 or 55 years…I’m sure they will all look older.  Most of them I never had much in common with anyway, except being in the same place at the same time.  At this point I guess it doesn’t really matter who is a success or failure, just who has survived, a chance to compare ailments, maybe brag on children and grandkids who are successful.

My ol’ bud and classmate Gordie Allen, who for many years was Editor of the Lowville newspaper, did an editorial a couple weeks ago on this reunion and reunions in general…great read.

This may be interesting…I am not taking the camera, so no pics, just memories.

Oops!  Left out the good part:

When classmates reunite . . . 

     Attending your first class reunion can be a scary trip for some. Especially if you’ve been out of school for 20 years or more and are afraid you won’t recognize some of your old buddies. My class of ’57 will be celebrating our 55th reunion this summer and I and my classmates have experienced many changes as we continue to reunite every five years. The metamorphosis that accompanies aging is real. No matter what anyone tells you, you have changed in appearance. On meeting for the first time in years, the best you can do is recognize that quizzical smile on their face and quickly mention your name. Don’t stand there and make the other person guess who you are. That’s embarrassing. Hopefully, they will be as sensitive towards you and quickly return the favor. And always remember, if it’s your partner’s reunion and not yours, you’re not expected to remember anyone. 


Reunions take on different comfort levels as we add on the years. The first following graduation is easy . . .You update each other as to where you are. Often classmates come singly or with “a new friend.” Little has changed in appearances.


     By the time you reach your tenth reunion it’s expected you’re settled in your job and have chosen your path in life. Often married, you probably can brag about the baby or babies you left at home. And children who are approaching puberty have discovered you’re not “very cool.” 



     By your 20th reunion things get a little more interesting. By this time your kids aren’t talking to you unless they need something. Some classmates are on their second or third job and maybe even their second or third marriage. There could be grandchildren to talk about and photos to share. What you do for a living is no longer a topic of conversation and classmates are more interested in talking less about themselves. Comfort levels seem to build as we mature and old classmates often become new friends again. “We need to get together more often,” is likely to be part of a conversation. 


     Maturity (a nice word for aging) continues through the 30th and 40th-year reunions and our health becomes a common topic for conversation. Your kids may or may not be living with you but thank goodness, they’ve discovered you are pretty smart after all. As the years go by reunions become easier on the psyche as we find we all have lots to share. You didn’t make that first million, you’re not president of your company, but life has been full of experiences. It’s a journey we all share full of ups and downs.


     The 50th anniversary of your graduating class is attended by classmates who are on the edge or have attained retirement. This could mean moving to be closer to your kids. Spoiling the grandchildren has become your favorite sport. And you get your kicks watching your kids tested by parenthood as they discover what wonderful parents you really were. Hopefully for most of us, life is better. 


     What will the 55th reunion hold for my classmates? Hopefully, we’ll find medical science has kept ahead or abreast of our ailments. And, hopefully our kids have jobs. And just maybe, we can swing that cruise we’ve always promised ourselves. And most of all we’ll be able to claim with no fear of embarrassment, “My goodness, I didn’t recognize you. You look great.  It’s wonderful to see you.”  




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