Not to be impolite to the folks still living there, but I’ve often heard of Beaumont being referred to as the armpit of the world-—LOL!
It was a great place to grow up back in the 40’s and 50’s. Went to my high school reunion a couple of weeks ago, and it was a very bittersweet occasion. Several more of my classmates have gone to their reward since we last met, and some of the ones who were there had experienced strokes and other maladies that had them confined to wheelchairs—but their spirits were still high.
Hey—we graduated in 1955—and some people think that makes us old—LOL!
Hey—we graduated in 1955—and some people think that makes us old—LOL!”
I didn’t graduate until 1957 and since I skipped a year during grade school was a year younger than all my classmates. When I went to my 50 year reunion, reminded my son when he started talking about “old timers” that were there that I was a year younger than everyone else. His response dealt with the fact that at our age one year really didn’t matter that much. But it really does.
My high school class has a gathering every September and I wasn’t able to go for about four years so really noticed how much people had aged when I went last year - that is obviously everyone but me - LOL. One of my classmates has a grandson who plays the bagpipes and we had the ringing of a bell and the reading of the names of everyone who has gone on before us. Our numbers are indeed dwindling and we’ve lost three more to cancer since our gathering in 2012.
Never heard Beaumont referred to as the armpit, but rather a portion of the body lower down that starts with a b and rhymes with towel and not of the world, but just of Texas. Given the state of some of our cities, I would a whole lot rather live in Beaumont that in Detroit.