WHO ARE WE CLASS OF '61'?

     I will be attending my fifty year Class of '61' reunion next week! Wow, was it really that long ago?  Over the last few weeks I have been thinking (unusual, I know) about this class and who we really were and have become over the years. I remember standing in line to go into the gym and be seated for the graduation ceremony and feeling the mixture of emotions flow over me and listening to the banter and apprehension in the voices of my classmates.

     Graduation, especially from high school, is a very stressful time for people. It means they actually have to do something unfamiliar and different. They are for the most part like young birds being kicked out of the nest. For the graduate it is usually a case of College, a Job or the Military.

     For many of our class and for many reasons they chose to stay in the home town and in some cases to go to the local college or obtain a local job, get married and raise a family. Some left the home town, only to return later. This is fine, the home town is a good place to grow up and live.

     Others of the class scattered to the winds, especially those that joined or were drafted into the military. Some moved for better paying jobs or just the desire to 'GO'. Whatever the reason, that is fine too. We are a nation of movers. It is estimated that a high school graduate these days can expect to have at least seven different jobs in his lifetime. So much for fiscal security.

     Back to my original question of 'who are we' then and now as a class. I think we are a fairly typical group. A bit unusual perhaps that so many of us have managed to stay in touch over the years and that so many of our age group have stepped up to the electronic age and embraced the computer and it's social networking applications.

     We are a group of men and women who have survived the most interesting, dangerous and technically challenging time in the history of mankind. Those of us in the class that are still here are the lucky survivors. It is worth sticking around just to see what will happen next.

     All of us are into our late 60's now and the youthful bodies and and the sharp edges of our minds have started to diminish. I for one have hung up my 'tu-tu' and party lamp shade. We have all begun to have the aches and pains that come with age - worn  joints, worn internal organs, especially the heart. The ranks of the class is beginning to thin and we all know that it will get thinner faster as the years pass.

     I look through the senior pictures of the 'Class of 61' yearbook at all those unsuspecting faces and try to remember our conversations and activities in high school. I can get only snippets of memories on relatively few of the closer friends. We have all moved on and there is only a handful of people that have kept a small network of friends within the class.

     As I said, I think our class is normal for the times and the Deep South in which we lived. Most all of us were from middle class white families and never attended an integrated school. Politics of the times were history making, the Vietnam war was building up and there was rioting in the streets of the major cities of the U.S.

     Yes we are comparatively normal as a class goes, but we all have a history together. There was a time when we were all touched by the same teachers, breathed the same air, had interactions and discourse, walked the same school halls, talked about each other, had our various 'clicks', and worried about what our peers thought of us.

     Though very few or none of us realized this was a foundation building time of our lives, we all seemed to muddle through, graduate and live happy (?) productive (?) lives. I am sure that at this time in our lives we all can look back and point to a few decisions we made that we would have liked to have a 'do over'. Sorry, but all decisions have consequences, good or bad.

     We all have several reasons that we have chosen to attend this reunion. Mostly just to see some people we were close to in high school, maybe just to see how much your classmates have changed, there might even be a couple or more here to see that guy or gal they had a crush on in high school, you never know.

     We may be a typical class but I thank as individuals we are all very, very special in our own way to each other. With that in mind, I intend to enjoy the short time we will have together at this special reunion. I hope all who read my blog from time to time that are not classmates remember the good times when the world was yours for the taking. Go to your own reunions if possible to see your old buddies and enjoy the moment.