40TH REUNION
Class of 1965
July 9th 2005

2100 West Main Street

Photo - Thanks to Jane Loehr (far right).
Aloha!!!

The committee hopes that you had as much fun at this Reunion as we did planning for it. There’s a special bond between classmates that one never forgets. By joining together for this special occasion, we strengthen that bond by reminiscing those cherished times of our high school years and the happenings in our lives since then. God bless you all!
Your committee
Barb Johnson Carol (Schaefer) Daab
Jean (Orlet) Cerneka Linda (Grogan) Brown
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Terri Biver, JoAnn Hartleb, Phyllis Zaganelli, Jean Schwarz, Jean Orlet, Cindy Randall, Mary Beth Baricevic, ... Jill Cavataio, (SECOND) Connie Kosydor, Mary Ann Ames, Debbie Weider, Mary Jo Vernier, Sharon Schaefer, Barb Johnson, Kathy Kregor, Diane Drovetta, Marsha Vernier, Susie Baltz, Marilyn Vernier, Judy Bailey, (THIRD) Betty Fritsch, JoAnn Sommers, Mary Ellen Sullivan, Donna Becker, Cherlynn Sherman, Dana Valentin...Kay Nixon, Diane Zarcharski, Diane Wottawa, Marilyn Niemann, Shirley Prpich, Jo Ann Kinsella, Barb Bailey, Susan Vickery, Jane Loehr, (FOURTH) ...Rita Sue Junod, Carol Schaefer, Mary Beth Bux, Pat Kiehl....,....Others in attendance on Saturday night, but unidentified or out of the picture frame: Jane Bauer, Linda Grogan, Judy Hoffman, Judy Kral, Diane Tylka, Kathy Wilshire, Sharon Christ, and Barb Zimmerman.
Thanks to Barb Johnson for this photo and those on consecutive pages. Click on "NEXT" at the bottom of these pages to view the photos. More photos will be added as they come in.
Thanks to our fellow classmate Sue Scott (Rita Sue Junod) for providing the following poem:
CLASS REUNION
It was my class reunion
And all through the house,
I checked in each mirror
And begged my poor spouse
To say I looked great, that
My chin wasn’t double,
And he lied through false teeth
Just to stay out of trouble!
Said that ‘neath my thick glasses
My eyes hadn’t changed
And I had the same figure,
Just a mite “rearranged!”
I swallowed his words ---
Hook, sinker, and line,
And entered the banquet
Feeling just fine.
Somehow I expected my
Classmates to stay
As young as they were on
That long-ago day.
I liked their warm hugs
But could see through the years,
They’d added gray hair
Plus pounds to their rears!
Yet, as we shared memories
And retold old jokes,
We were eighteen in spirit
Though looked like our folks!
So we turned up our “ear-aids,”
And dimmed down the light,
Yes, we rolled back the years
And were young for the night!