Remembering Class of ’45
Having before me the picture of my Hopewell-Loudon High School graduating class of 1945, I reflect and ponder. Thirty-two of us, 21 girls and 11 boys. With a shortage of boys in our class and not allowing outsiders, we girls weren’t about to miss our prom. We went and danced with each other. It was at The Shawhan.
Half of our class is gone now. Of the 16 living, 14 girls, 10 of us have lost our husbands, three still have theirs. One girl never married, two boys still have their spouses.
We were farm kids, but one girl and one boy living in Bascom and one girl living next to my home farm in a rented farm house. One girl lost her mother very young. Another lost her father in a
farm-related accident when she was very young.
We were all from solid families coming out of the Great Depression with not much more than food, clothing and shelter but we were happy and loved.
Our parents stayed together until death. Out of 32 of us, only one boy divorced. It was never stressed much to us to go to college, but three did.
One boy died very young after serving his country, leaving a young wife and two very young children. One girl died during childbirth, leaving a husband to raise eight young children.
It humbles me to be a part of this group of people. I feel everyone of us contributed some good to society.
What has gone wrong today?
We as a society have tossed aside the Golden Rule, the 10 Commandments and, in some cases, God. How can we hurt the one we love by abuse, cheating and divorce?
We are hesitant to talk openly to each other about God and what he can do for us in our lives. When disaster strikes our nation, we go running to God. Why can’t we be more faithful to him every day and abide by the rules?