Posted on 02/05/2018 12:51:40 PM PST by sodpoodle
The 60th High School Reunion
He was a widower and she a widow. They had known each other for a number of years, having been high school classmates and having attended class reunions in the past, without fail.
This 60th anniversary of their class, the widower and the widow made a foursome with two other singles. They had a wonderful evening, their spirits high, with the widower throwing admiring glances across the table . . . and the widow smiling coyly back at him.
Finally during one dance, he picked up courage to ask her, "Will you marry me?
After about 6 seconds of careful consideration, she answered, "Yes.... yes I will!"
Needless to say, the evening ended on a happy note for the widower. However, the next morning he was troubled. Did she say Yes or did she say No? He couldn't remember. Try as he would, he just could not recall. He went over-and-over the conversation of the previous evening, but his mind was blank. He remembered asking the question, but for the life of him could not recall her response.
With fear and trepidation, he picked up the phone and called her. First, he explained that he couldn't remember as well as he used to. Then he reviewed the past evening. As he gained a little more courage, he then inquired of her, "When I asked if you would marry me, did you say .Yes or did you say No? "Why you silly man, she replied, I said Yes. Yes I will! And I meant it with all my heart!" The widower was delighted. He felt his heart skip a beat. Then she continued. "And I'm so glad you called, because I couldn't remember who asked me.
Went to my 50th a couple of years ago. First reunion I had ever attended as something always came up for previous reunions to prevent my going.
Had to ask who some of the people were as they had changed so much. Others I knew right away even though time had wrinkled and greyed them. Myself included.
Became good friends with someone I hardly knew in school. He played trombone in the band and I was the quintessential jock. We shared a common liking for IPA and I had brought some along for the party that my wife and I had home brewed. The evening before the reunion, some of us met at a local restaurant totally by accident. The couple hosting the reunion were there and insisted that everyone come to their house for a nightcap. Somehow it got to be 3 o’clock in the morning. Tired and drunk, my wife and I returned to our hotel. Awoke the next morning to find that my new, old friend and his wife, a cheerleader, were across the hall from our room.
With hangovers we proceeded to a restaurant and had breakfast. Returned to our rooms and slept some more until time for the reunion to start.
I had copies of the football programs from every game in four years of high school and shared them with others in attendance who were interested. My Dad saved every one of them from my high school days through college. The programs featured individual pictures of the football team, cheerleaders and band. New, old friend and his wife were in them. Biggest hit was each player’s height and weight listed in the programs. WOW! One guy had lost 100 pounds and another had gained the same amount of weight.
Best thing was that everyone who had had my mother as an English teacher, complemented her tough teaching style that allowed them to breeze through college classes, write outstanding letters and reports in their chosen field of work. Those who had gone on to become teachers said that they had copied her style of teaching and were rewarded by their former students thanking them in later life. This was especially gratifying as quite a few of them had hated her, and by extension me, while in school. My brother, who has never been to a class reunion, suffered the same disdain and hatred in his school days and cites that as his reason for never going back.
In short, the friends, old and new, out numbered the a$$holes and made it a worthwhile time. My wife and I danced, laughed and had a nice weekend.
My dad was in the Navy when I was growing up and moved from a high school of 3,500 to a high school of 875 just before my senior year.
I’ve went to my 10, 20, 30, 40, and 45 year reunions. There were 253 in my graduating class. Had just over 100 at the 40 year reunion and 60-70 at the 45th year.
At the 10 year reunion, people are still trying to impress others. From 20 on no one cares impressing others much, and even less so in later years. Having moved there just before my senior year, I didn’t really get to know many people very well. I was well know because I was a very good athlete. Had a great graduating class that was still considered the best 30-40 years later.
I was there for one year, over 45 years ago, and I have always considered it to be my home town.
Graduated in 1955, went to the 10 year party and never attended again Too busy trying to make a living and going to college after my time in the Navy. Can’t say I missed anything.
At my 50th the women looked pretty good and most of the guys were unrecognizable. The guy I had a major crush on was hideous and married to a major plain Jane.
At my husband’s 50 the women just gushed over this one guy who was as arrogant as hell. He was dead 2 months later.
Let’s be honest the losers don’t show up.
I'd imagine more than a few losers obsessed with high school because it was the pinnacle of their lives would show up for every last one of them.
They probably just don't see the point in going to a reunion where they're expected to try to act friendly with self-important a-holes who just view them as losers.
Are you sure we weren’t in the same graduating class? I just went to one of my reunions and you are so right. The popular kids all hung out together at the reunion just like they did in their high school days. Altho’ some never amounted to a hill of beans in later life, they all wanted to relive those past glories, kinda’ sad. And the ones who made it big, actually took over the microphone one by one to let everyone know what great big successes they became. Wasn’t a total loss, the food was good.
The only real gratification I got at 10 years was I was a USAF T/Sgt (E-6) and all the now fat girls liked the uniform which P/O'd the now fat jocks.
“That being said, I am surprised at all of the negative comments here about class reunions. It almost seems that most posters had a very bad high school experience.”
That beats NO high school experience, I guess.
I was pulled out of school after 9th grade. Hurricane Camille had kicked our butts and I was needed on the farm.
“It will only be one year” turned into forever.
Last week I saw a fella from the school days. He is in charge of the next reunion. Wanted my address.
I reminded him I never graduated, he said it didn’t matter, I would have.
I just may go.
A bunch of us guys who hung out together in school and played sports together, used to get-together all the time without a reunion. Many times at my place, which had a bar on the back porch. We used to get 6-8 guys together in an afternoon to watch a Phoenix Suns game that evening. We played golf together. We would go to ASU Sun Devil football games together.
It's always been fun to see my old buddies, even 50 years after graduating. The formal reunions were just an expanded version of our small get-togethers.
I don't recall going to any of mine.
Going to my 50th class reunion this summer. I expect to share grandkids pictures and talk about knee and hip replacements
I was shocked...It was just a collection of semi-senile real-old-looking folks...No place for me!
I'll have to think twice before going to the next few reunions...
I’m 62, also run races and just retired as a fitness trainer. People tell me I look young, too, but they lie! LOL! I do look older, and I’m kind of tickled by it...always wondered what I would look like when I got older...so, now I know!
I want to look good at my funeral.
The 50th is a must. I went to them regularly, including the 50th. But I skipped the 55th although I had no real excuse. I’ll see how I feel in 5 years.
I don't want to sound superficial but there was a beautiful, petite, smart, and precocious young lady I fell head over heels in love with when I was stationed in Texas back in 1976 and she was in love with me but not to the same extent. She knew I was going to end up in Kansas and she wanted to see more of the world so it broke my heart when I shipped out and she didn't want a long distance relationship. I then lost touch with her and finally recovered from her.
Last year I got a "Friend" request on Facebook from a mutual acquaintance and saw a picture of the girl I with which I was madly in love. I dodged a bullet.
Reunion...
If it was So Good then
How could That connection be Lost?
I don’t recall much of High School!
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