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40 year Reunion- August 17 - 20, 1995- The Theme Was Country-Western

Nice purse, Jim!

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Wonder where Tommy got that cute vest?

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That hat would look good with my purse!

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Wonder who sat on Dodie's hat?

A poem written by classmate Jim Fisher, dated October 11, 1993, was recited at the 40-year reunion by the author.

FORGET ME NOT
		When your thoughts drift back in time as though 
		on the wings of a dove,
   		may your memories all be pleasant and filled with the warmth of love.

		Think of the times we had together and the many activities we shared.
		Think of all the friends, coaches and teachers and all of those who cared.

              	Think of Morrison’s and Franklin’s or other places all about,
              	where we went to eat or just to hang out.

              	Think of the movie theaters where we went with our date,
		never having to worry about staying out late.

              	Think of the good times;  pep rallies, parties and proms,
              	Think of the Band, the majorettes, and our cheerleaders waving pom-poms.

              	Think of the songs we shared and the cheers we gave,
              	Think of the support to our athletes and the games we helped save.

              	Think of  THE OLD  “L.H.S.” where “GO WILDCATS” was the battle cry.
              	Where the spirit of the “Class of ‘55” will never ever die.

              	As you think of all these memories and of the old gold and blue,
              	“Forget Me Not” my friend, for I will be thinking of you.

FORTY YEARS AGO

I’ve wandered to the village, Tom, I’ve sat beneath the tree,
upon the school-house play-ground, that sheltered you and me;
But none were left to greet me, Tom, and few were left to know,
who played with me upon the green, just forty years ago.

The grass was just as green Tom, barefoot boys at play
were sporting, just as we did then, with spirits just as gay.
But the master sleeps upon the hill, which coated o’er with snow
afforded us a sliding place, some forty years ago.

The old school-house is altered some; The benches are replaced
by new ones very like the same our jack-knives had defaced.
But the same old bricks are in the wall, the bell swings to and fro;
Its music’s just the same, dear Tom, ‘twas forty years ago.

The spring that bubbled ‘neath the hill, close by the spreading beech,
is very low; ‘twas once so high that we could almost reach;
and kneeling down to take a drink, Dear Tom, I started so
to think, how very much I’ve changed since forty years ago.

Near by that spring, upon an elm, you know I cut your name,
your sweetheart’s just beneath it, Tom; and you did mine the same.
Some heartless wretch has peeled the bark, ‘twas dying sure, but slow
just as that one whose name you cut died forty years ago.
My lids have long been dry, Tom, but tears came in my eyes:
I thought of her I loved so well, those early broken ties.
I visited the old church-yard, and took some flowers to strew
upon the graves of those we loved just forty years ago.

Some are in the Church-yard laid, some sleep beneath the Sea;
and none are left of our class excepting you and me.
And when our time shall come, Tom, and we are called to go.
I hope we’ll meet with those we loved some forty years ago.

The above poem, taken from “McGuffey’s Fifth Reader” was read at the 40-year class reunion (memorial service) by Betty Sheppard Dulcie. 

Poem for the 40th Rreunion Class of '55
By:  Betty Sheppard Dulcie

I know I would have to talk to you,
about these in our past.
About those in our future,
And about all of us here at last.

But then I just remembered,
A Jim Fisher, I am not.
I cannot take words and explain
yesterday, today and forever,
The things we almost forgot.

Then I thought I would tell a story,
of things we all once knew
of love, friends, fun and joy,
But for these I need words, too.

So I'll just say hello,
I'm sure glad you are here.
You have been gone so very long,
Sometimes I would doubt you would appear.

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