|Ande Lange's Ford Fairlane (Alyce Anderwald Ely photo)|
|Looking over the archives of the Ram Page school newspaper (Alyce Anderwald Ely photo)|
Fast forward fifty years. The bloom of youth is now camouflaged under wrinkles, a little extra body mass, and the wear and tear of years of success, failure, trials and tribulations of marriage, careers and child-rearing. Refreshingly honest, we 68 (+/-) year olds are what we are, and there is no sense pretending any longer, or trying to make an impression on each other. More than 10% of us no longer walk this earth. Some were lost in Viet Nam, some taken by accidents which happened while pursuing what we loved most, some by their own hand, or accident or disease.
When becoming acquainted with old classmates, the amazing thing to me was that even though the present face didn't look familiar, as soon as I saw the name tag, the face became recognizable. It is something about the eyes.... Stevie Collins said it first... it's the eyes. When you gaze on a face you haven't seen in 50 years, but you knew the face and name way back then, it's the eyes that give away the identity.
|Trying to get the class of 60 together for a photo was like herding cats! (Alyce Anderwald Ely photo)|
We hugged those we remembered well but hadn't seen for years, talked until we were hoarse, vowed to keep in touch and to be sure to hold another reunion in 5 years or less.
The take away message from our 50 Year Reunion is this:
Life isn't getting any longer..
It's time to be checking off those items on your bucket list!
What? No bucket list? then you'd better make one!