ancient-one
US Veteran
There have been several threads about them. Some hate them and some love them. This one is while typing my thread about my eye scare I glanced over and saw my 50th Reunion cup that now holds pencils and pens. That was the first one that I attended. I regret not attending the earlier ones. Most of the people I liked, a few were jerks in school and they never changed. I made everyone after that until the last one when I was sick.
The girl that became my wife lived in a different town and we romanced long distance, seeing each other probably every three weeks. I needed a date for our Sr. night blow-out so I had her permission to get one.. I don't remember telling her that my date wasn't pretty but I guess I did. Anyhow, at the 50th reunion this pretty lady came up and planted one on me. She turned to my wife and said he took me to our Sr. Banquet. I introduced her to my wife and after she left, my wife said you told me she wasn't pretty. I remember saying well she wasn't then and my wife said Liar and gigged me several times later.
Out of about eighty I am the only man left and there may still be one woman, I am not sure. I graduated eighty one years ago.
I am sure that there are very few small towns that covet their schools and graduates as Perry OK. It has two Alumni organizations. They have purchased a building on the town square that houses much of the school history. There are yearbooks, pictures of ever activity from the debate team to the athletic teams. There are pictures of nearly every graduating class. It is a world of school history. It is staffed by volunteers.
Every male in my class and two females served in WW11 along with many others who were attached to the 45th. My best friend who was a grade behind me also enlisted at the age of seventeen. He died on Christmas Day, his birthday, when his troopship was torpedoed crossing the Channel.
I just attended there my Jr. and Sr. year but I cherish that time in my life. We had a few of the stuck ups but most were good people. Most of us worked after school and weekends but on our free time we hunted and fished. Three of us hunted together and no one thought anything about us carrying guns through the town square on our way to a farm we hunted on. I remember what we had. I had a Stevens bolt action 20ga., one had his older brothers Sweet Sixteen and the other an old twist steel English double that had been shot so much the end of the barrel had flaked off and the forearm would sometimes come off when shot. It was a hammer gun and if he had both hammers back it had been known to fire both barrels. God was looking over us.
I regret not going to all the reunions because I would have seen some people change. By the time I started going some of the stuck ups were just plain nice people, the real stuck ups were no longer attending. I enjoyed my time at school and the reunions. It was good.
I gave been blessed. My future wife and I fell in in love when I was fifteen and she was sixteen and we never fell out of love. My daughter watches out for Dad and never fails to tell me she loves me. I have a grandson and great grandson who love me so things are good. I would like to make a hundred but if I don't it has been a good run.
The girl that became my wife lived in a different town and we romanced long distance, seeing each other probably every three weeks. I needed a date for our Sr. night blow-out so I had her permission to get one.. I don't remember telling her that my date wasn't pretty but I guess I did. Anyhow, at the 50th reunion this pretty lady came up and planted one on me. She turned to my wife and said he took me to our Sr. Banquet. I introduced her to my wife and after she left, my wife said you told me she wasn't pretty. I remember saying well she wasn't then and my wife said Liar and gigged me several times later.
Out of about eighty I am the only man left and there may still be one woman, I am not sure. I graduated eighty one years ago.
I am sure that there are very few small towns that covet their schools and graduates as Perry OK. It has two Alumni organizations. They have purchased a building on the town square that houses much of the school history. There are yearbooks, pictures of ever activity from the debate team to the athletic teams. There are pictures of nearly every graduating class. It is a world of school history. It is staffed by volunteers.
Every male in my class and two females served in WW11 along with many others who were attached to the 45th. My best friend who was a grade behind me also enlisted at the age of seventeen. He died on Christmas Day, his birthday, when his troopship was torpedoed crossing the Channel.
I just attended there my Jr. and Sr. year but I cherish that time in my life. We had a few of the stuck ups but most were good people. Most of us worked after school and weekends but on our free time we hunted and fished. Three of us hunted together and no one thought anything about us carrying guns through the town square on our way to a farm we hunted on. I remember what we had. I had a Stevens bolt action 20ga., one had his older brothers Sweet Sixteen and the other an old twist steel English double that had been shot so much the end of the barrel had flaked off and the forearm would sometimes come off when shot. It was a hammer gun and if he had both hammers back it had been known to fire both barrels. God was looking over us.
I regret not going to all the reunions because I would have seen some people change. By the time I started going some of the stuck ups were just plain nice people, the real stuck ups were no longer attending. I enjoyed my time at school and the reunions. It was good.
I gave been blessed. My future wife and I fell in in love when I was fifteen and she was sixteen and we never fell out of love. My daughter watches out for Dad and never fails to tell me she loves me. I have a grandson and great grandson who love me so things are good. I would like to make a hundred but if I don't it has been a good run.
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...Ben
