This June, my high school class will have another reunion; the year of our graduation was 1960. We have held reunions every five years since then. This seems likely to be our last as those who survive until 2025 will all be 82 years old. Of our graduating class of 122, we have already confirmed the deaths of 24 of our number. So why have another reunion this year?
We were born into a world at war (WWII) and were teens by the nineteen-fifties. Those times were very different than today. (I will save describing what those differences are for another essay.) Our times were innocent and life was simpler. We didn’t have much then but we did have all we really needed. We certainly had each other and we still do.
Our reunion will remind us of who we are and where we came from. Faces, so fresh in 1960, will smile through the wrinkled skin that we have earned. I really look forward to seeing those smiling faces. We were good people then and we still are.
Some classes are good about having reunions. Others have one or two and then stop; classmates don’t show up and the organizers of these failed reunions are not longer willing to put forth the effort or bear any personal expense. Those classes are missing an opportunity.