Harding High School
Class Of 1960 Official Reunion Site
Humor and verses
From Nancy Newton
ESPECIALLY FOR YOU !
NEED WASHING?
A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.
It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout...We all stood there, under the awning, just inside the door of the Wal-Mart.
We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.
I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
Her little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, “Mom let’s run through the rain,” she said.
“What?” Mom asked.
“Let’s run through the rain!” She repeated.
“No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,” Mom replied.
This young child waited a minute and repeated: “Mom, let’s run through the rain.”
“We’ll get soaked if we do,” Mom said.
“No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this morning,” the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.
“This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?”
“Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, If God can get us through this, He can get us through anything!”
The entire crowd stopped dead silent... I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain...We all stood silently. No one left. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.
Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.
“Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If GOD let’s us get wet, well maybe we just need washing,” Mom said.
Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They got soaked.
They were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. And yes, I did.
I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.
Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories...So, don’t forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday.
To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.
Send this to the people you’ll never forget and remember to also send it to the person who sent it to you. It’s a short message to let them know that you’ll never forget them.
If you don't send it to anyone, it means you’re in a hurry.
Take the time to live!
Keep in touch with your friends, you never know when you’ll need each other–and don’t forget to run in the rain!
Christmas Greeting Card From Larry Bazen
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Classmate Humor from Linda
MY NAME IS LINDA AND I AM AN ADDICT!
My addiction began over 50 years ago. Before my exposure to the causes of my addiction, I was a happy, normal (if you can use that word) American teenager. It was then that my innocence was compromised. I guess you could say I fell in with the wrong crowd and they led me astray. My friends, some new and others who came with me from elementary school, were all too willing to lead me into the exciting and corrupt worldly pleasures that were so easily available on West Trade Street. There with their help and encouragement, I began the downward spiral that took over my life…the wonders of West Trade. It was there that I succumbed to the temptations and found that I could not make it through a day without a fix.
In the middle of the day, I would join other addicts in the seemingly harmless ritual of purchasing a perfectly normal sandwich at Conder’s Soda Shoppe. It was then that the irrational behavior of an addict would rear its ugly head. We would take these average 1+” thick sandwich whether egg salad, chicken salad, ham and cheese, or whatever the drug of choice was and place it into the toaster grill. At the end of a brief period of time (there were lots of other addicts waiting to do the same thing), I would remove my sandwich which had now morphed into an approximately ¼” toasted sandwich. Add to this, chips and a drink and you have my “junkie’s lunch”.
Once I had satisfied this need, it was across the street to Krispy Kreme. Here my drug of choice was whatever was “HOT NOW” at that particular time. I was not discriminating at all! Riding my sugar high, I would be able to make it several hours before I needed another hit.
It was at this point in my downward spiral that I experienced my first frozen Milky Way, Snickers, Three Musketeers, etc. from the gas station at the corner of West Trade and Irwin Avenue. For 6 years, I was on the caloric binge that has been referred to as HIGH school at Harry P. Harding.
Several months after graduation, my parents sent me away to rehab (some called it college). There I was able to break the toasted sandwich from Conder’s addiction or at least to replace it with something else. This was fortunate since I was 100 miles away from West Trade Street and Conder’s moved and became a flag store. They prided themselves on no longer supplying “sundries” to addicts. However, my Krispy Kreme and frozen candy bar addictions have followed me through adulthood and into senior citizendom. I have been able to temper these addictions but kicking the habit has not happened. This is the story of my addiction. Have you suffered with me?
Today's commedy and humor form classmate Wayne Hopkins
HOWEVER, upon reflection, we would like to point out that it was NOT the senior citizens who took:
The melody out of music,
A 61 year old cartoon A MUST WATCH
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