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Class Reunions

Class reunions: What we have that counts

By: Lynne Wisman a freelance writer and photographer in Mason City .

Months later, when nothing remained but the memories and the expensive black dress I couldn't afford, it came to me. The thought had surfaced more than once and I turned away from it, told myself it wasn't true.

But truth doesn't die and the truth then and now is that high school reunions do not begin as an opportunity to see old classmates. That is how they end.

Ten years after graduation, it's about what we "have."

I have this estate...this boat...this degree...this job...this six-figure income...live in this suburb...have this membership... Have great abs...children in private schools...have a Porsche...a great handicap in golf...a personal trainer...this summer cottage...this girlfriend. Say, by the way, do you fool around? Hey, just joking. But, seriously, did you come alone?

A 20-year reunion is when the Haves still have it, but...still have most of my hair...worried about the company downsizing...but she's fat now...he's an alcoholic...going broke paying alimony to three wives...but can't change horses in the middle of the stream...had this operation...but they're implants...they live so far away...but saving for retirement now...lost out to a younger exec. Say, you look great!

Always had this crush on you. Did you say you're here alone?

The 30-year reunion is when it starts to shine: It's the year the Haves check it at the door.. What we have isn't important anymore. It's important to be here, to see you, to see him, to see her. To remember the fun...Hi-Dive...Senior Week...the tug of war...the prom...the beer parties...the broken curfews...the souped-up cars...Senior Skip Day...the night Buddy Holly died. To remember pleated skirts and saddle shoes and the hangout where we smoked our first cigarette and felt sophisticated.

We were doing head counts long before the 40th reunion. Many of our classmates are gone now, never to attend a reunion again. Some of the Haves are now Have-Nots: wear a pacemaker...use a walker...can't golf like I used to...doctor said it was too much steak and booze...have a new heart...the bank foreclosed when the company folded...look too bad in my workout gear...sure miss some of the guys that are gone now...plan to retire soon if I live that long.

Say, aren't you in the room next to me? Didn't see your husband. Oh, he's gone now? Sorry about that but, have I got a deal for you. I take Viagra now...

Now comes the summer of the 50th. A bittersweet time in our lives, perhaps the last time we'll all be together again.

It may be the last reunion, the last time we'll see our high school friends, the last time we'll dance to the music of Buddy Holly. It may be the first time that it doesn't matter to anyone who has what or who never had it to begin with.

The joy of having material things loses ground as the years evaporate like a silent and unwelcome ghost in the night, leaving changes that far overshadow what we have.

For it was with those once tender young hearts that we learned one of the most valued lessons in life: Friends, and the memory of what once was, are priceless possessions. It's the one thing we all have.

You may not remember me but, I remember you. And it's good to see you. I only care that you're happy. I don't care that we are fat or thin or rich or poor. I care only about the years that are gone and the friendships we once had.

It took nearly a lifetime for all of us to understand the real value of yesterday.

Perhaps now we will better cherish the promise of tomorrow.

So, did you say you're here alone?

Class Reunions

CLASS REUNION

Every three years, as July nears,
An announcement arrives in the mail,
A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand;
Make plans to attend without fail.
I'll never forget the first time we met;
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress.
It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined.
And everyone thought it was swell.
The men all conversed about who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.
The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.
No one had heard about the class nerd
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.
The boy we'd decreed "most apt to succeed"
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted "least" now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.
They awarded a prize to one of the guys
Who seemed to have aged the least.
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast.
They took a class picture, a curious mixture
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs.
At our next get-together, no one cared whether
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we'd all gone to pot.

Author Unknown