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Hey there, thanks to all on the committee,it was great to re-connect with everyone and the website with its security and ability to display comments, resumes' and pictures was outstanding..!! I was sorry that previous plans kept me from attending and that I could not attend to promote my idea of building a scholaship for deserving Seniors. As a small class we seem to have achieved a lot of high levels in many different areas.... Candy, Skip, Jud, Mark, and many more the number of college professors that not only taught many years and students but achieved Emeritous status...! And then there were the civil servants that worked in many fields (some were at the "breakthrough" time of there existence) like computers, public safety and more were great parents...really neat. Thank you...bob Cravens


 

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Every five 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 sixtieth 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
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I want to thank those responsible for organizing the reunion. I love reunions, and have attended a good many of them over the years However, this one had special meaning to me. You were not only the first graduating class of my career as principal, but you were a special group of "kids" with a lot of combined talent. I appreciate the fact that so many of you came to talk with me Friday night. I came to the event with the expectation of staying just an hour or so. (My health is not all that great.) and ended up staying from 6:00 to 9:00. It was so great that I didn't even feel tired when I got home. That much effort normally leaves me gasping for air these days. This even just left me gasping about how great it was. Thank you all.

George

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The very small handful of our classmates who put their hearts and minds into organizing the reunion have joined the ranks of my personal heroes...because their efforts allowed me to experience again--face to face and hug to hug--the rich relationships I had from 1958-61 at Sunset. I can't thank you enough for this gift that you have bestowed on each of us.

My feeling has always been that it was a "privilege of destiny" to have belonged to this group of humans...and I have always felt blessed to have been given the success I was given.

Jud Blakely

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Thanks to Skip for letting us know about Candy, I have tried for years to track her down for OSU and sorority reunions with never any luck. It was nice to read that she had a successful career. She was my roommate at OSU our freshman year-and afterwards I lost track of her. I so wish I could have contacted her via our reunion website prior to her passing. Makes you realize how precious friendships are....and so worth caring for them. Connie