A Tribute to the Class of 1968, Severna Park High School
The balmy night was young, and the reunion procession began by signing the giant book of memories. We meandered into the vestibule to find a table in the corner. The storms of life divided us but God hath made it possible for those who have returned. We wandered off fifty years ago, full of youth and unadulterated knowledge, but now came back to show our appreciation.
With the confusion of the future prevalent, some continued to further their education while others fought for their beliefs. God led us through the jungles of life and love. But, amidst it all, we managed to return home again, generations later. We’re a bit saltier from the elements, but we’ve maintained the parts that used to work in some. So, we donned our best dress to greet comrades we’ve grown to miss over the years.
Festive tables were decorated in our colloquial colors, and hundreds of chairs invited the unknown to share their war stories from home. Though some never left port, the storms we battled came ashore in our name of God. The night drew hugs and tears as a quartet remembered the hymns we grew up with in the sixties. Some stood at attention, as the abled swayed in the evening air, joining in on the choruses of memories.
We found our place of comfort reminiscing with the beloved who gathered together. Some attendees went as far back as young teenagers. But, there were those who saw their legacy at Woods Memorial as kindergarteners, many moons before high school. With all the integrity and respect for life, we stood shoulder to shoulder and prayed for the missing, hoping to meet them the next time.
It thrilled this reunion, a congregation of worn-out sports jocks and bookworms, to hug or shake hands with one another after fifty years. The family ties reunited in the name of our alma mater. For God so loved the heartfelt! We turned back the hands of time on a once perplexing life and laughed together. Wholeheartedly, we agreed we’d do it again.
It was a wonderful time to be alive in 1968! The glaring media news of Vietnam wasn’t the center of focus, only after-school practices and Friday night football. In those days, we didn’t have a care what happened outside our hometown. It was all about hopped-up cars, twirling batons, and hanging out in the school parking lot. Those were the days of curfews, and God watched over us.
The cool damp settled in as the sun seeped in between the clouds. We said our goodbyes, shaking hands and hugging each other. We hope it won’t be the last time we see each other. God has so blessed us with His love, my fellow students! He allowed us to come together to patronize the living and honor the fallen. All this glory in the name of my hometown, Severna Park….