From Carol Pickell (Backman)

 

While thinking of the upcoming 50th Reunion, I found this poem I wrote for the Senior Banquet at the Peter Pan Inn 50 years ago.  It brought back a lot of memories for me and nostalgia too, almost like a message that was sealed in the cornerstone of a building to be opened 50 years later. I hope you will share it with our classmates on the web site. You might be interested to know that I spent the better part of my life as a high school math teacher.

 

A moment of pleasure is a slippery thing

An ounce of enjoyment is fleeting

The treasures of life will lose their glow

While our memories outlive time's beating.

 

No doubt

The very things we gripe about

Will some day bring our laughter

So why not search our souls a bit

To provide for times hereafter.

 

Remember the night we sliced up Blair

On their own court none the less

And when their cagers came back to go it again

We sent them home in double the mess.

 

Remember the fire that threatened us all

And forced us out of the school

The heat it created never abated

Till the rally that followed was cool.

 

Do you recall the magazine drive

That smashed all records around

And would you ever take back the smile from Mrs. Mac

When she conducted her choir fully gowned.

 

A moment of pleasure is a slippery  thing

An ounce of enjoyment is fleeting

The treasures of life will lose their glow

While our memories outlive time's beating.

 

Could you every forget the formals at Christmas

The dancing, the spirit, the queens

The joy in each boy as he gazed at his date

And got new ideas about what Christmas means.

 

And did you ever adlib, or spout out your heart

At an evening of corn called the Pow Wow

Did your innocent heart flutter with each word you did utter

And your head get as swelled as a she cow.

 

Remember the days, even weeks, that we spent

Preparing to make Northwood a sensation

We cleaned and we polished, til almost demolished

So our alma mater would pass evaluation.

 

No doubt

The very things we gripe about

Will some day bring our laughter

So why not search our souls a bit

To provide for times hereafter.

 

Let's bring to mind the people we know

That made us the swingers that we are

The teachers who teach us, nag and beseach us

Each deserve a one-way trip to Mars.

 

Can we ever lose track of the remarks they crack

Those lovable bunch of educators

Each one in his way has packed every day

With lots of full-brain renovators.

 

When old and bent, for these, our memories we'll tap:

Mr. Warren's eyebrow, Mrs. Curley's sharp wit,

Mr. Alford's tendency, Dr. Merritt's quip,

Mr. Miller's Jerry, and Mr. Christensen's cap.

 

Mr. Ahlberg's love notes, Mr. Stennetts' Southern drawl,

Ms. Lynch's term papers, Mrs. Disney's chow mein,

Mr. Higgins' collateral reading, Dr. Moses' feeding,

Ms. Ruddle's grading, or Mrs. Biggs' crawl.

 

Coach Hoagues's speeches,

Mr, Ryburn's notebooks,

Spaghetti on Mondays,

Mrs, Marks' looks. 

 

Semester exams,

Book reports,

Friday games,

Fun--all sorts,

 

The cafeteria noise,

The three-thirty rush,

Our buddies, our boys,

The eight-forty crush.

 

Hard times

Hurt pride

Satisfaction

Deep inside.

 

Work

Glee

Joy--we're free!

Memories.

 

A moment of pleasure is a slippery thing

An ounce of enjoyment is fleeting

The treasures of life will lose their glow

While our memories outlive time's beating.

 

Post Script:2010:

 

It's 2010

And we're back again!

From a 50-year-long journey

That went far too quickly.

 

Through hopes and dreams

Life's Challenges and tears

Let's raise our cups to our Reunion 

After 50 amazing years.

 

High school seniors no more

But senior citizens we're nifty

And looking forward to

Meeting again in 2060!