TODAY'S NEWS - QUICKIES THAT CHANGE OFTEN

"I WILL NOT FOLLOW WHERE THE PATH MAY LEAD, BUT I WILL GO WHERE THERE IS NO PATH, AND I WILL LEAVE A TRAIL." Muriel Strode -KHS65 class motto.
"The good old days....when we weren't good and we weren't old" Barbara Schwarz Moss 2010
SEE WWW.KHS65.COM FOR 169 PIX FROM OUR 45TH REUNION - CLICK THE SMALL PHOTO FOR LARGER VERSION. See lots of NEW grade school pix!
CHECK THE LABELS, GO TO KIRKWOOD HISTORY ARTICLES & CLICK THE POST ABOUT FRANCIS SCHEIDEGGER'S PIX FOR A GLIMPSE OF A PLACE I BET EVERYONE REMEMBERS - and much more!


We seem to all be suffering a common problem these days, WHERE DID OUR LIVES GO? Our brains seem to still be 18, but our bodies are talking a different language. Sarah Orne Jewett puts it much more eloquently than do I:

“Neither of my companions was troubled by her burden of years. I hoped in my heart that I might be like them as I lived on into age, and then smiled to think that I too was no longer very young. So we always keep the same hearts, though our outer framework fails and shows the touch of time.”

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Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Poetry in our midst

In trying to spend a little time once in awhile to clean out my office, files, and stacks of stuff, I ran across a piece of paper that was given to me at our 50th Anniversary Reunion. I have NO memory of who gave it to me.  But I'm sure someone in our class wrote it and I hope someone will come forward to tell me who penned this tribute to our classmates.

KHS65
Fifty Years Ago

It's been a long time since we've visited with our oldest friends
And how the memories start to flow...
You probably notice the old Osage Show, well they finally closed it down,
But you could find us there most weekend nights, fifty years ago.

We can still hear the school bells and the kids in the hall
Look around tonight we see "us" as we were back then.
Even the smells of our school can be recalled...
But we can only visit for a precious little while, because life goes on...
and again, reality calls.

And then let's not forget our friends who have already gone and can't be here,
And how their lives touched ours and how they are woven into the fabric of our great class.
But now, because of our collective memory of them all,
They'll always be here with us...
Because in our hearts they will forever last.

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