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Yours and my sincere thanks
goes out to the following classmates
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Tony's Bar
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Saturday Morning Breakfast August 12, 2006 9:00 am to ? |
The Place Off the Square 50 N 2nd St Newark, Ohio |
| Please join with the Women from our 1961 class for breakfast. We need to discover what the latest news is and where we live without the noise from beer sloshing at Tony’s on Friday or from the music from our notorious DJs Saturday night. If you don’t have anything better to do, let’s enjoy a muffin or eggs and the chance to really visit and laugh and reminisce. No reservations are necessary. Just show up! | |
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Saturday Morning Breakfast |
Dagwood's Restaurant 292 E Main St Newark, Ohio |
| Please join with the Men from our 1961 class for breakfast. We need to discover the latest bullshi.. after all the beer sloshing at Tony’s on Friday night and before the music from our notorious DJs Saturday night. If you don’t have anything better to do, & we know you don't, lots of bacon, eggs & gallons of coffee. No reservations are necessary. Just drag your sorry self over to Dagwood's! | |
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Saturday Night August 12, 2006 8:00 pm to 12:00 pm |
Elks Lodge |
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Terrace & Nick Copas will be your DJ's With a special appearance by Buddy Carlson! Spinning those great Fifties tunes for your listening and dancing enjoyment! (Chair dancing is OK) |
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John &
Joan (Simpson) McClenahan Better know around Las Vegas as Dr Magic! Don't be late for their fantastic Magic Show! |
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Soft Drinks, Munchies & a Cash Bar So have dinner with friends, change into your dancing shoes and then cruise on over to the Elks. Can you still Stroll, Cha Cha, Twist or Jitterbug? (Don't forget those digital video and still cameras!) |
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| Cost Per Classmate: $20.00 (Guests No Charge) | Attire: Casual (As in comfortable) |
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To all of my classmates who have asked this question.
Please remind me why we go to reunions.
I have been trying to come up with a clever answer to your question and then this thought struck me.
http://gallery-shows.com/nhs61/deceasedclassmates.htm
The Thank You List! Are you on it yet? No then contact me now!
Some of the songs we will be listening to at Tony's and dancing to at our next reunion:
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Runaround Sue Quarter To Three Runaway Bristol Stomp Blue Moon One Summer Night Tears On My Pillow The 10 Commandments Of Love Since I Don't Have You I Only Have Eyes For You My True Story |
Please Mr. Postman Travelin' Man There's A Moon Out Tonight Mother In Law Will You Love Me Tomorrow Hushabye Daddy Cool Here Comes Summer Tick Tock Stuck on You Bumble Boogie  |
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Have To Go It's Now or Never Paper Roses Heartaches By The Number Greenfields This Is Swear Is True Once In A While
(This is a Ladies Choice)You Belong To Me Those Oldies But Goodies (Remind Me Of You) Can't remember the words? Click here |
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The Last Dance For Me Only The Lonely (Know How I Feel) Theme From "A Summer Place" - (Instrumental) Mr Blue Walk, Don't Run - (Instrumental) Rosie and the Originals - Angel Baby (with Wolfman Jack Intro) Shangri-la Diary Little Star Silhouettes |
(Yes Ruth there will be some Elvis tunes!)
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Listen to a little of the |
Listen to a
little of the Top Ten Records of 1961 Play All 10 |
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Top 100 Hits of 1960 With Lyrics |
Top 100 Hits of 1961 With Lyrics |
Suggestions for this Reunion:
Super Casual, like last time?
No sit down dinner, just soft drinks, ice, setups and munchies?
Let everyone bring their own bottle or beer if they want to drink something other than soft drinks?
Cash bar?
Round tables to encourage mingling?
For Dale Wiley chairs close to the dance floor so he can rest and do his now
famous "Chair Dance"!
(Chair dancing is sitting in your chair and clapping your hands and moving
around like you are dancing, favored by old people)
Email overheard recently:
Right, no sit down dinner.
If they want dinner go out before or after. We can have that sit down dinner for
the 50th?
I now can see the need for someone to keep track of names of people in pictures
or later someone who can look at the pictures and name everyone. This would be
very true for the class picture. Remind me to let the photographer know we want
a written list of each row by persons name.
I think another grand idea would be for more than one person to go around with a
digital camera and take pictures. A wife or husband of one of our class members
they wouldn't be embarrassed to ask for peoples names either. In addition it
would give them something to do besides just sit around and be bored.
The Big 50 High School Reunion By Edward L. Beardshear
There my classmates were in the flesh and it didn't matter any more who drove the big car and who had the big house or who had gathered titles or didn't; there was just this incredible love chattering back and forth and hit ratatattatted around you like a boxer hitting a speed bag. Nobody gave a damn about much except they were glad they and you survived and we got to see one another again. We swapped memories and pulled out Pics of grandchildren............ More
Thanks to Gene Henry for the following:
"THIS ONE GETS THE PRIZE IN MY BOOK"!!!!"
Every ten years, as summertime 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.
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; But I just hope that there's one
Other person who can make it that night.
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Author
Unknown
Thanks to Ted Glover for this gem:
CLASS
REUNION OF A 65 YEAR OLD LADYI had prepared for it like any intelligent woman would.
I went on a starvation diet the day before, knowing that all the extra weight would just melt off in 24 hours, leaving me with my sleek, trim, high-school-girl body. The last many years of careful cellulite collection would just be gone with a snap of a finger. I knew if I didn't eat a morsel on Friday, that I could probably fit into my senior formal on Saturday. Trotting up to the attic, I pulled the gown out of the garment bag, carried it lovingly downstairs, ran my hand over the fabric, and hung it on the door. I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, sighed, and thought, "Well, okay, maybe if I shift it all to the back..." bodies never have pockets where you need them. Bravely, I took the gown off the hanger,
Unzipped the shimmering dress and stepped gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned, and pulled and I got the formal all the way up to my knees...before the zipper gave out. I was disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with those silver platform sandals again and dance the night away. Okay, one setback was not going to the mood for this affair. No way! Rolling the dress into a ball and tossing it into the corner,
I turned to Plan B: the black velvet caftan. I gathered up all the goodies that I had purchased at the drugstore, the scented shower gel; the body building and highlighting shampoo, conditioner, the split-end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my hair would look like that girl's in the Pantene ads. Then the makeup -- the under eye "ain't no lines here" firming cream, the all-day face-lifting gravity-fighting moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle; the all day "kiss me till my lips bleed and see if this gloss will come off" lipstick, the bronzing face powder for that special glow...
But first, the roll-on facial hair remover. I could feel the wrinkles shuddering in fear. OK - time to get ready... I jumped into the steaming shower, soaped, lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed, and scoured my body to a tingling pink. I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with the anti- wrinkle, gravity fighting, "your face will look like a baby's butt" face cream. I set my hair on the hot rollers.
I felt wonderful. Ready to take on the world. Or in this instance, my underwear. With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body, I pulled out the black lace, tummy-tucking, cellulite-pushing, ham hock-rounding girdle, and the matchin "lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium" bra. I greased my body with the scented body lotion and began the plunge. I pulled, stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, shimmied, hopped, pushed, wiggled, snapped, shook, caterpillar crawled, and kicked. Sweat poured off my forehead but I was done.
And it didn't look bad. So I rested. A well deserved rest, too. The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind? It was tighter than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper butt?" Okay, so I had to take baby steps, and walk sideways, and I couldn't move from my butt cheeks to my knees. But, I was firm!
Oh no...I had to go to the bathroom. And there wasn't a snap crotch!! From now on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open and re-stitch the crotch with Velcro, but the pain factor from past experiments was still fresh in my mind. I quickly side stepped to the bathroom. An hour later, I had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the girdle.
I was ready for the bra and remembered what the saleslady said to do. I could see her glossed lips mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front, and twist it around. Put the bra on the way it should be worn-- straps over the shoulders.
Then bend over and gently place both breasts inside the cups." Easy if you have four hands!! But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters, bent over and pulled the bra down...but the boobs weren't cooperating. I'd no sooner tuck one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip out. I needed a strategy. I bounced up and down a few times, tried to dribble them in with short bunny hops, but that didn't work. So, while bent over, I began rocking gently back and forth on my heel and toes and I set 'em to swinging. Finally, on the fourth swing, pause, and lift, I captured the gliding glands. Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for examination. Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and faced the mirror, turning front, and then sideways. I smiled,
"Yes, Houston, we have lift up!" My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage! I was happy until I tried to look down. I had a chin rest and I couldn't see my feet. I still had to put on my pantyhose, and shoes.
Oh...why did I buy heels with buckles? Then I had to pee again.
I put on my sweats, fixed myself a drink, ordered pizza, and skipped the reunion. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
IF THIS DID NOT GIVE YOU A GOOD LAUGH YOU'RE TOO YOUNG AND TOO SKINNY!!!!!!!
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