WELCOME PITTSBURG H.S.
CLASS OF 1961
HOME OF THE PIRATES
Please join us in
celebrating our 50th class reunion by sending us a favorite poem.
Reunion Poem - Author Unknown
Every ten years, as summertime
An announcement arrives in the mail,
A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand;
Make plans to attend without fail.
I'll never forget the first time
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress.
It was quite an affair; the whole
class was there.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,
And everyone thought it was swell.
The men all conversed about who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.
The homecoming queen, who once
had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.
No one had heard about the class
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.
The boy we'd decreed "most apt to succeed"
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted "least" now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.
They awarded a prize to one of
Who seemed to have aged the least.
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast.
They took a class picture, a
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs.
At our next get-together, no one
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we'd all gone to pot.
It was held out-of-doors, at the
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.
By the fortieth year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.
And now I can't wait; they've set
Our fiftieth is coming, I'm told.
It should be a ball, they've rented a hall
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.
Repairs have been made on my hearing aid;
My pacemaker's been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;
And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.
I'm feeling quite hearty, and I'm
ready to party
I'm gonna dance 'til dawn's early light
It'll be lots of fun; But I just hope that there's one
Other person who can make it that night.
WOW!!!! .... THOSE WERE THE DAYS!!!
SPECIAL POEM FOR SENIOR
row of bottles on my shelf
Caused me to analyze myself.
One yellow pill I have to pop
Goes to my heart so it won't stop.
A little white one that I take
Goes to my hands so they won't shake.
The blue ones that I use a lot
Tell me I'm happy when I'm not.
The purple pill goes to my brain
tells me that I have no pain.
capsules tell me not to wheeze
Or cough or choke or even sneeze.
The red ones, smallest of them all
Go to my blood so I won't fall.
The orange ones, very big and bright
Prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills
Helping to cure all kinds of ills.
But what I'd really like to know...........
Is what tells each one where to go!
"Senility Prayer"...God grant me...
The senility to forget the people I never liked
The good fortune to run into the ones that I do
And the eyesight to tell the difference."
Twas my class reunion
And all thru the house
I checked in each mirror
And begged my poor spouse
To say I looked great
That my chin wasnít double
And she lied thru false teeth
Just to stay out of trouble.
Though I wore bifocals
My eyes hadnít changed
I had the same figure
Just a mite rearranged.
My skin was still silky
Although looser in places
And I walked rather slow
But still made all the bases.
I swallowed her words
Hook, sinker and line
And I entered that banquet
Feeling just fine.
We greeted with hugs
But like me, 40 years
Added gray to their hair
And width to their rears !
Iíd expected my classmates to stay
Just as they were on the long ago day
We shared a few memories
And retold some class jokes
We were 18 in spirit
Tho we looked like Old Folks !
We talked about all the good times
Now long gone by
When we were still students
At Pittsburg High.
We turned hearing aids up
And dimmed down the light
Rolled back the years
And we were young for the night.
Older Than Dirt
Hey Dad," one of my kids asked the other day, "What was your favorite
fast food when you
were growing up?"
"We didn't have fast food when I was growing up," I informed him. "All
the food was slow."
"C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?"
"It was a place called 'at home,'" I explained. "Grandma cooked every
day and when
Grandpa got home from work, we sat down together at the dining
room table, and if
I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to
sit there until I
did like it."
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to
suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how
I had to have
permission to leave the table. But here are some other
things I would have
told him about my childhood if I figured his system could
have handled it:
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore
Levis , set foot on a
traveled out of the country or had a credit card. In their
later years they
had something called a revolving charge card. The card was
good only at Sears
Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears AND Roebuck. Either way,
there is no Roebuck
anymore. Maybe he died.
My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because
we never had heard
of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50
pounds, and only
had one speed, (slow). We didn't have a television in our
house until I was
11, but my grandparents had one before that. It was, of
course, black and
white, but they bought a piece of colored plastic to cover
the screen. The top
third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom third was
green like grass.
The middle third was red. It was perfect for programs
that had scenes of
fire trucks riding across someone's lawn on a sunny day. Some
people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the picture look
I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called "pizza pie."
When I bit into it,
I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off,
plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still
the best pizza I
We didn't have a car until I was 15 Before that, the only car in our
family was my
grandfather's Ford. He called it a "machine."
I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in
the living room and
it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had
to listen and make
sure some people you didn't know weren't already using
Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered
delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of
which I got to keep
2 cents. I had to get up at 4 AM every morning.. On
Saturday, I had to
collect the 42 cents from my customers. My favorite customers
were the ones who
gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the change. My least
favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want
to share some of
these memories with your children or grandchildren.. Just
donít blame me if
they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?
MEMORIES from a friend:
My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December)
and he brought me
an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a
stopper with a
bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, but my
daughter had no
idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or
something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing
board to "sprinkle"
clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I
How many do you remember?
Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
Real ice boxes.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.
Older Than Dirt Quiz: Count all the ones that you remember not the ones
you were told about
Ratings at the bottom.
1. Blackjack chewing gum
2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
5. Coffee shops or diners with tableside juke boxes
6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines
8. Newsreels before the movie
9. P.F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11. Telephone numbers with a word prefix (OLive-6933)
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S&H Green Stamps
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19. Blue flashbulb
21. Roller skate keys
25. Wash tub wringers
If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older
If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 16-25 = You're older than dirt!
I might be older than dirt but those memories are the best part of my life.
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