FROM GRADUATION TO MATURATION 55 YEARS AND COUNTING


    we spent our youth like lottery winnings
     little future planning for extra innings
    custom cars and trendy threads
    satin sheets on king size beds
    getting married and having kids
    sometimes success sometimes the skids
    we weren’t rich in material wealth
    just millionaires in robust health
    the years flew by we hardly cared
    not overly concerned how others fared
    then grandkids came so innocent
    now reflections on how the twig is bent
    our influence began to show
    amazed as we observed them grow
    YOU KNOW WE DID THE BEST WE COULD
    they embraced our help as they should
    now older wiser aint it funny
    we realize its more than just the money
    now we have time to smell the flowers
    don’t have to work as many hours
    we observed the world from near and far
    from planes and trains and the family car
    let’s hope our lives are like old wine
    our stories and visions will turn out fine
    tonight enjoy old friends
    let down your hair
    share your thoughts
    they really care
    at this reunion we are young once more
    check your aging problems at the door
              give it a glimpse take a chance
    if you’re like me you still can’t dance
    it’s good to be here relax have fun
    if it weren’t for you I’d be the nervous one
    so lift your glass propose a toast
    Mankato High Class of ‘58 you’re still the most   

Jim Anderson   
September 2013

CLASS OF 1958 CIRCA 2008 

  I took a good look in the mirror last night.
What I saw was a sobering sight.
Some things were sagging.
My hair was thin.
But I looked pretty good
for the condition I’m in.
When I graduated I was as smart
as I would ever be.
The things I didn't know
would soon humble me.
It’s been five years since last we met.
The question is
how old can we get?
A revelation I think
we are going to find.       
Real youth exists within our mind.
Recall how it was in 1958.
Everyone was young.
We all looked great.
Being here tonight a chance
to revisit our youth.
Like superman emerging
from an old phone booth.
Our power is back
as we mingle tonight.
We are young again,
a pure delight.
Looking back you surely can't deny
we got a good start at Mankato High.
Our lives have been fashioned
by the area between our ears.
That being said hopefully
we will all be back in five more years.
So raise your glass and hug your friend.
A mere fifty years is not the end. 

 

Jim Anderson ‘58

 

 

Class of ‘58 

The year was 1958,
We couldn’t wait to graduate.
We thought that we had learned it all,
Our pride was about to take a fall.
Our innocence was not to last,
The world would teach us oh so fast.
We scattered for college, jobs, family and careers,
Failing at those were our greatest fears.
The world of computers, robots and outer space,
Were we prepared to live in such a hectic place?
We were, you know, as I look back,
Parents, teachers and friends helped us stay on track.
Enjoy this time as if it’s gold,
I’m still convinced we are not that old.
So take this time to make a date,
Let’s return in 2008,
If I don’t show up,
Please raise a glass.
It has always been special,
Being a part of this class. 

Jim Anderson, Class of ’58.

Presented at the 45th Reunion, 2003

 

 

REMEMBER WHEN 

From ’58 to 2008—
Oh, what hopes and dreams…
The plans we had!
We thought we’d learned so much and knew it all.
But how little did we understand as the cares of life, its victories, and losses
Were thrust upon us-
Some by our own choosing-
Perhaps others by luck, circumstances, or Providence.
Yes, many have excelled and accomplished much.
While others fell along the wayside wondering why;
Yet, some were too quickly gone from our midst…
At an age too young to know what might have been.
And what now?
Fifty years have transpired
Each of us have gone a direction we desired-
Or so it seems.
Times and places-
Situations and faces
Have things really changed?
Or simply been rearranged?
So I ask-
What you did with what you had
Was that really so bad?
No!
The peace within of knowing that we each have done our best,
As we focus, not on the “what-ifs,” but what is “now”…
In so doing, with pride and satisfaction!
Then all is well as the present time becomes the future
For our families and those whose lives we’ve touched,
If but for a moment! 

By Nancy Baldwin Banta

October 2008

 

 

CLASS REUNIONS

 

Every ten years, as summertime nears,
An announcement arrives in the mail,
"A reunion in 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 cheer-leaders 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.

It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.

By the fortieth year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.

And now I can't wait; they've set the date;
Our fiftieth is coming, I'm told.
It should be a ball, they've rented a hall
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.

Repairs have been made on my hearing aid;
My pacemaker's been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;
And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.

I'm feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to party;
I'm gonna dance 'til dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun; I just hope that there's one
Other person who can make it that night.

 

Author Unknown

Shared by Rosann Buskey Ballard and Jean Kopp Ward
Read at the MHS Class of 1958 Reunion August 9, 2003

 

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