Last weekend, my high school class celebrated a three-day reunion. Lyn and I were signed up to enjoy all three evenings, but she took a pass on Friday evening after receiving the news about her impending surgery. She felt a quiet evening at home with Stuart, our therapy dog, would be advantageous.
My class graduated from Southport High School in 1960, several years before the opening of Perry Meridian High School. At that time Southport covered the entire township.
When it came to reunions, we sort of got off to a goofy start. We had no plans as we approached our 10-year mark, so our first class reunion was held on the anniversary of our 12th year.
Our 20th reunion was held at the Holiday Inn, corner of US 31 and Thompson Road. Several of us wish we had stayed home from that gathering. Lots of stories; none of which I will share in this column.
Over the years, our reunions have improved by doing one yearly. Very enjoyable, multiple-day events and all casual. This year we celebrated in three different locations. Some of the classmates could only attend one or two evenings. I enjoyed looking around the group and seeing a few new faces each evening.
We even added a breakfast just a few days before our reunion. Several of the guys from our class enjoy a monthly breakfast at the Hotcake Emporium, just North of Bluff and Southport roads.
I contacted my good friend, Bill Bain, and invited him to join us for that breakfast. Bill started his teaching and coaching career at Southport High School, I believe in our junior year. It was a great surprise to have several classmates present when he showed up at the breakfast.
Another very good friend, Richard Smith and his wife, Marsha, were at the reunion for all three evenings. They stopped by our house to visit with Lyn and to meet our chicken girls. Richard recalled his years of working on diesel trains for the railroad.
Our final event Saturday was held outside at the Greenwood VFW near the same railroad tracks that also come through Southport and Homecroft. Just as Richard began to say a short prayer, we heard the sound of a northbound train. He picked up his pace and had completed a wonderful prayer a few seconds before a very long train passed our reunion.
Later, another train passed by on the same track, and he ran across the field to wave at the engineer. We had a wonderful reunion.