Wednesday, June 19, 2019
Entering My 60th Class Reunion
More videos and photos of my 60th high school class reunion which was held in Downingtown, Pennsylvania on June 8th, 2019 at St. Anthony's Lodge.
Pat (my Canadian Travel Buddy) took this video thus the portrait mode of the camera (I wish he would use the landscape mode but he's more comfortable using the portrait mode). I am glad he took it upon himself to take the video though. For once I have video of goofy me instead of me always taking the videos and photos.
I'm always surprised at how weird I look in videos. It was appropriate that I was wearing my custom made Spo shirt of giraffes because, with my arthritic neck and back, I looked like a giraffe entering the room. However, to be fair I think most of us aren't pleased with how we look in videos or photos, especially as we age.
I let my beard go au natural and I have to say I didn't like it. My beard turned white during my 35th class reunion, I've been coloring it with Just For Men ever since, of and on. Prior to this reunion I decided that I would stop coloring it. Big mistake. I look so OLD. Well folks, I actually am OLD but I don't have to encourage it. I'm back to coloring my beard.
I really enjoyed attending my reunion.
I've attended many of my class reunions over the years. However, I fear this will probably be the last formal class reunion because so many of us are dying off. We had one hundred and fourteen members of our high school class. I think the most who ever attended our reunions was maybe fifty, not counting spouses.
I took portrait photos of each individual classmate but I forgot to take one of myself! I'll see what I can manage by freeze framing one of the videos where my mug is prominently displayed. I'm not sure though what with my white beard and tired eyes. I guess there is no hiding the fact that I am approaching my eightieth decade.
As with past reunions, I felt I didn't have enough time to talk to everyone as much as I wanted to. We did have some free time to mingle but much of the time was taken up by a talk from former Eagle's coach Dick Vermeil who is a friend of one of my former classmates. He talked about growing up in the Forties and Fifties as most of us at the reunion could identify with. His funniest line was talking about his father and how strict his father was. He said he didn't know until he was nine years old that he name wasn't "dumb bastard." Ah, this were the days. I remember one Thanksgiving dinner when my father paused between stuffing slabs of turkey in his mouth to look around the table at me and my two younger brothers and proclaim "I have the dumbest bunch of kids." Gee, thanks Pop! Yep, those were the days which Dick Vermeil reminded us of.