Murph, Love you Man, and thanks for including me in such a prestigious group. However, as I think I have shared with you before -- I have had no role in the planning and holding of the Reunions for the past fifty years other than saying a few words of welcome. Kay and I drive in, thoroughly enjoy the fellowship, food, and watching some of our more spry classmates on the dance floor, and then drive away for another five years. The local committee and Carl , Becky, and Terry are the work horses.
A fly on the wall reported that one of our classmates hosted an all night party at Pipestem five years ago on Friday night that was out of control. T.V.'s were blaring. a band with drums was playing, and police were called several times.
Ernest Hugh Crawford
4766 Leyden Way
Ellicott City, MD 21042
I wrote him in 2010 to encourage him to come to the reunion, and to send a bio. I got no response. Perhaps he'd react favorably if contacted by closer friends.
Clarify? Did you say CLARIFY?
I swear Mike I don’t know how or why
You’d think such things. Now, my oh my,
I think I’m better off if I
Just let proverbial sleeping dogs lie
And repent in private -- but hardly clarify.
Why just the thought’s enough to terrify
Me, and I sure don’t even care if I
Too am crotchety. So there. Bye-bye.
My dear old classmate Michael Murphy
gives no ground: mountain, plain or surf. He
rejects left-wing cant
and reacts with such rant
that I’ve prayed for him ‘til I’ve got turf knee.
[And I will continue to do so.]
[Fredo, I'll bet you like this one.]
"Only the lonely" will know the feeling if they miss the festivities for next weekend.
I count 7 sleeps.
Aloma Rose Jones
Barbara Calfee Fields
Becky Arney Novarro
Billie Rae Hall Harris
Brenda Martin Sword
Candy Rorrer Thomas
Carol Blevins Stafford
Cookie Hill Brown
Darla Winfrey Pitzer
Dotty Morris Lambert
Emma Lou Davis Johnston
Fran Rice Baker
Ginger Goings Clower
Judy Anderson Hash
Linda Phlegar Mills
Lorraine Goodykoontz Fowlkes
Mary Lou Stroupe Pencarinha
Patricia Pennington Graf
Patty Baker Anderson
Peggy Charolene Fields Glenn
Roberta Kniffin Woodson
Terry St. Clair
Tommy Ray Goings
Ron L. Bailey
October 9, 1942 - November 18, 2015
Apple Valley, Minnesota
Ron was born on October 9, 1942 and passed away on Wednesday, November 18, 2015.
Ron was a resident of Apple Valley, Minnesota at the time of his passing. He was formerly from Princeton, West Virginia. He was a 1960 graduate of Princeton High School.
He served his country for eight years in the Air Force.
He was married to Penny. The family has honored Ron’s request that he be cremated and services will be held at a later date.
Yeah Tom, orchestrating a beach is a challenge alright what with time and tide waiting for no man –- although Tide will wait for the laundress -– and the hard-headedest old couple since the Bickersons, namely Eb & Flo Watters, are always underfoot and with varying rhythms and timbres. Then with all that infernal roaring going on, I doubt that Toscanini could have orchestrated it. So better to not even try. And caution Kay not to get confused and venture into the OrcaStrait. Those big guys will hurt you, bad. Keep your distance. Stay safe. Y'all come back now, ya heah?
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Now Murph, you surely know that you should be careful what you wish for. The following is for everyone, but especially for YOU.
Murf, I’d love to respond with a rhyme
That would render you simply sublime,
But my poetic skill,
Both the bogus and real,
Seems to fail me, alas, at this time.
My near lifelong, heart-felt optimism,
Has reversed to a cold cynicism.
Here in 2016
The political scene
Has distorted my clear, sunny vision.
One would think, in this world full of riches,
One could navigate life with few glitches,
But my mind dwells on gloom
And I’m left to presume
That perhaps I’m too big for my britches.
[Say it ain’t so, Joe!]
While confused, tired and mad as a hatter,
I reminded myself that the matter
Can’t be unduly tough
If I reason enough:
Find Ms. Truth and throw pure logic at ‘er.
And you know, it worked, for heaven’s sake,
Just when nothing could snap me awake,
Truth revealed: I just heeded
This wisdom repeated:
"At this point, what difference does it make?"