Class Reunion Planning Meeting August 25, 2016

These pictures are much better than the ones I posted before; obviously a much better phone or photographer . . . . as always, click on a picture to see a larger image.

Shan Ellis Garwood, Marci McLean Moran, Deb Hatch Thiems, Daryl Colwell, Paul Phillip, Lori Nagaki Watson, Shirley Johnson Sellman, Steve Benzel. Picture taken by Ron Brown

Front:  Paul Phillip, Lori Nagaki Watson, Shirley Johnson Sellman, Ron Brown.

Back:  Deb Hatch Thiems, Kim Willey Liberg, Marci McLean Moran, Shannon Ellis Garwood, Daryl Colwell, Steve Benzel. Picture taken by Tim Garwood

Marci's attempt at a group selfie. Daryl Colwell's arm, Paul Phillip's torso, Lori Nagaki Watson, Shirley Johnson Sellman, Steve Benzel, Ron Brown, Shan Ellis Garwood, Kim Willey Liberg, Marci McLean Moran.

Thanks to Shirley Johnson Sellman for sending these pictures. I've added as many names as I can; do you know who else is in these pictures?  As always, you can click on a picture to see it larger.

Shirley's senior picture

Emerson 1st or 2nd grade. Front row:  Jackie Stafford Craig Schadwinkel, Paul Phillip, David Curtis, Paul Heimbuch, Vicki Odell. Second row:  Terry Parker, Shirley Johnson, ??, Kim Willey, Carol Kunzman, Yvonne Sanchez. Third row:  Cynthia Rader, Tom Langmacher, Creig Wilkins, Nancy Hielscher, Karen Langner, Crystal Iron Rope, Vickie Roebuck.

Front: Shirley Johnson, Terry Parker

Middle: Laurie Wilkins, John Novotny, ??, Sherrie Jensen(?), Craig Schadwinkel(?), ??, ??, Steve Fortune(?) 

Back:  Yvonne Sanchez, Paula Hogensen, Deb Hatch, Ken Bordeaux(?), ??, Paul Phillip, Tom Langmacher, Johnny Nickens, Nancy Hielscher, Karen Langner, Colleen Tittle, Laura Kuncl, Jerome Mills.

Thanks to Laura Kuncl for helping with identifications. 

AHS Student Handbook

I don't know why I saved some of these things, but hopefully someone will get a kick out some of it. As always, click on any picture to see a larger image.

pages 1 - 5



pages 6 - 10



pages 11 - 15



pages 16 - 20

Reunion Humor #2

A MATTER OF LAUGH OR DEATH

Come to think of it, not much has changed in 40 years

It’s hard to believe it has been 40 years since Graduation Day, 1976. It’s hard to believe after this many years, we continue to say, “It’s hard to believe…” What did we think, that we were immune to the passage of time? That we would remain forever in our 20s? That we were the first generation in history that would not wake up one day and discover we were now in our 50s, and our kids are older than we were when we graduated?

Yes, that’s exactly it. We never thought we’d ever get old. Or, at least, we never thought it would happen so darn quickly. There’s an old expression: The more things change, the more they stay the same. Well, there’s another old expression: The more things change, the more they REALLY change.

Here is a list that demonstrates how much things indeed have changed during the past 40 years.

Each couplet describes something we were doing back in 1976, followed by what we instead are doing now in 2016.

Sociology exam – Prostate exam.

Going to sleep at 4 a.m. – Waking up at 4 a.m.

Keg parties – Tupperware parties.

Long hair – No hair.

Hot dates – Hot flashes.

Hours of enjoyment with a $4 Frisbee – Hours of frustration with a $900 set of golf clubs.

Progressive politics – Progressive bifocals.

Getting high – Getting high blood pressure.

Beer kegs that flowed to the max – Bladders in desperate need of FLOMAX.

Lying to our parents about what we did in high school – Lying to our children about what we did in high school.

Starting Saturday night at 10 p.m. – Concluding Saturday night at 10 p.m.

Poli Sci – PoliGrip.

Studying ancient history – Remembering ancient history.

Thinking people in their 30's were old timers – Thinking people in their 30's are young pups.

Hundreds of vinyl albums stored in a heavy wooden crate – Hundreds of digital albums stored in a 2-ounce iPod.

Hoping we wouldn’t have to move back in with our parents – Hoping our kids won’t move back in with us.

Greek fraternities – Grecian formula.

Wishing our parents would leave us alone – Wishing our kids would call once in a while.

Amazed at Bruce Springsteen’s endurance during a 3-hour concert – Amazed at Bruce Springsteen’s endurance during a 3-hour concert.

Bushy mustache – Bushy ear hair.

Deciding where to live – Deciding where to be buried.

Trying to discover the meaning of life – Trying to discover the meaning of death.

Focused on finding happiness – Realizing happiness comes when we stop focusing on it.

Now that the Class of ‘76 has acquired age and guile, we too understand that the experience gained during the past four decades far outweighs youth, innocence, and especially those hideous 1970s-style haircuts.

Which brings us to our final 1976-2016 couplet .

Thinking people in their 50's were ancient fossils – Knowing people in their 50's are just hitting their prime.

http://www.bradford75.com/class_custom4.cfm

Reunion Humor

Joke: The High School Reunion

A husband and wife are sitting at a table at his high school reunion, and the husband keeps staring at a drunken woman sitting alone at a nearby table, downing glass after glass.

"Do you know her?" the wife asks.

"Yes," the husband says, with a self-important sigh. "She was my old girlfriend. I hear she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and she hasn't been sober since."

"Wow!" the wife says. "Who would think a person could keep celebrating that long?"

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/

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Surely, I can't look that old!

Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, 'Surely, I can't look that old!'   Well.... You'll love this one.

While sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist, I noticed his DDS diploma, which bore his full name.

Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 40-odd years ago.  Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then?  Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought.

This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate.

After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Waseca high school.

"Yes.  Yes, I did.  I'm a Bluejay," he beamed with pride.

"When did you graduate?" I asked.

He answered, "In 1959.  Why do you ask?"

"You were in my class!"  I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely.  Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat a**, gray-haired, decrepit SOB asked, "What did you teach?"

http://www.wasecaalums.com/public/137.cfm

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Bob hadn't been to a class reunion in decades. When he walked into this latest one, he thought he recognized a woman over in the corner, so he approached her and extended his hand in greeting, saying, "You look like Helen Brown."

"Well," the woman snapped back, "you don't look so great in blue, either!"

http://www.bradford75.com/class_custom4.cfm