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Monona Grove Class of '62

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Meg McCoy Dean 4-27-02

the one with the crown is on my latest birthday, one is in the office with flowers; two are in Assisi, on a little day trip we took there.  

Chuck McLeish & David Takle - circa 1962

Memories from 8th Grade :-)

LaRaine Natvig & Steve Austin	Pam Kinney & Chip Felland

Sorry guys, couldn't resist ;-)

If we'd have known he was THAT cute.....<GRIN>

Dale Larson, Clay Russell...

Dick Soucy, Jack and Shirley Merrill

Les Hoiberg, Kathy Holland, Dick Soucy

The MG branch of the Mafia?  

Dick Brill

Mick Vaade

Les & Dick                                      "Mouse" 

MG Sr. Boys ROWING team

 We had a rowing team? 

Above Photos Furnished  Courtesy of Dick Soucy  6/02

Uriel and Carolyn (Olson) Limjoco

Added 7/02

Some things you keep.  Like good teeth.  Warm coats.  Bald husbands.

They're good for you, and reliable, and practical, and so sublime that to

throw them away would make the garbage man a thief.

 

So you hang on, because something old is sometimes better than something

new, and who you know is often better than a stranger.

 

These are my thoughts, they may make me sound old, old and tame and dull at

a time when everybody else is risky and racy and flashing all that's new and

improved in their lives.

 

New careers, new thighs, new lips, new cars.  The world is dizzy with

trade-ins.  I could keep track, but I don't think I want to. 

 

I grew up in the fifties with practical parents - a mother, God bless her,

who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it - and still

does.  A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new

ones.

 

They weren't poor, my parents, they were just satisfied.  Their marriage was

good, their dreams focused.  Their best friends lived barely a wave away.  I

can see them now, Dad in trousers and tee shirt and Mom in a housedress,

lawnmower in one's hand, dishtowel in the other's.  It was a time for fixing

things - a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the

hem in a dress. 

 

Things you keep.  It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.  All

that re-fixing, reheating, renewing.  I wanted just once to be wasteful.

Waste meant affluence.  Throwing things away meant there would always be

more.

 

But then my father died, and on that clear autumn night, in the chill of the

hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there

isn't any 'more'.  Sometimes what you care about most gets all used up and

goes away, never to return.  So, while you have it, it's best to love it and

care for it and fix it when it's broken and heal it when it's sick.  That's

true of marriage and old cars and children with bad report cards and dogs

with bad hips and aging parents.  You keep them because they're worth it,

because you're worth it.

 

Some things you keep.  Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate you grew up with.  There's just some things that make life important...people you know are  special...and you KEEP them close!

 

Author Unknown

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