Class of "65"

a poem by Jan Galloway

They will live life to the fullest, learn to play, laugh, and love; they will even fight
and know each others faults, learn to get along and make-up. 

Some will be serious students - at their parents’ ”threat of death” demand;
however, when the bell has rung, they will play SO hard - until the very end! 

And the girls’ basketball team will be blessed – all the way to State(!) – but the
friendships formed and bonds unbroken will far exceed the cheers, applause and promise of good fate! 

They will NOT have mobile phones, text messaging or email to communicate with each other,
but they can pass handwritten notes, meet in the hall,
at the Drive-In or Dairy-Burger.

They will boast of the first-ever male cheerleader and, most especially,
DANCING at the senior prom.  Regardless of what people say – it’ll be great –
even if the band only knows three songs!

This class will not be troubled yet with fear of Vietnam, nor cursed with lack of respect;
but will be reinforced with a good worth ethic & patriotism -  not  neglect. 

They will be guided throughout Glenwood High by Coach Jones, Miss Lively and
many others; yet childhood memories of noses on the chalkboard will fade as if it concerned “another”.   

This class will go down in history as the real-life “HAPPY DAYS”  - in a town now somewhat changed by the times 
but not hardened  by the world’s disarray..

Whether balding, spreading, forgetting or graying, this class will be SET APART - 
not by worldly status, but by friendships, loyalty, concern for each other and,
above all, a special place in each other’s heart. 

Contact Frank Mitchell to update or make changes.