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Yearbook

This is the poem I read at the MHS Class of 67 reunion program last night…

YEARBOOK

I hold the well-worn book within my hands,
Trace the cover, the letters, with my fingers.
I draw it near, close my eyes and breathe it in.
After all the years, the scent of new still lingers.

Tucked inside the covers and left quietly behind,
Faces from my youth smile back at me through time.
Parting words on faded paper whisper in my ears,
“Good luck, have fun, remember me through the years.”

We stepped from the pages, wrapped in our dreams.
Left to find the future and fulfill our destinies.
For those who stayed behind, sleeping peacefully,
You and I, forever friends, became their legacy.

~C. L. Gillmore, © 2012~

Through all the years, the scent of new still lingers.

It was May 1967 in my small hometown of Muscatine, Iowa–a time you dream about, plan for and that everything seems to lead up to–senior year, last day of high school.

I cleaned out my locker, closed it and worked the combination one last time–16-4-36–then had a final conversation and hug with Bob Wiese, whose locker was next to mine. I walked down the hallway and up the steps–pausing for a brief good-bye with Mr. Robinson, my favorite teacher–and then exited through the large double front doors and down the four concrete front steps for the very last time.

Later that day I sat in the Maid-Rite–chomping on a greasy burger and sipping a strawberry shake–with Paul Sehnert, Dan Bloomer and Kay Ruekert–long time high school friends. We laughed, reminisced, signed one another’s yearbooks and talked about the future–mostly college and jobs. I marveled at their plans and wondered where my life would take me. That was 45 years ago when we were all eighteen years old. We saw each other briefly that summer but then lost track. Someone told me Dan passed away a few years after high school.

The weekend of August 24th, 2012 I will once again find myself in the company of many of my former classmates as we celebrate the 45-year reunion of the Class of 1967. We will laugh and reminisce about those youthful years in the late 1960s. We will attempt to catch up on 45 years of where our futures led us. And we will remember in spirit the young friends we left behind…forever captured in time on the pages of the MHS Auroran Yearbook.

“Best of luck, have fun, be good and always remember me…”

Cheryl