(On the occasion of a class reunion)
The white gardenia was picked
To represent our class;
On graduation one was pinned
On every lad and lass.
"Forward forever; backward
never"
Our motto we enhance
For seldom have we even paused
To cast a backward glance.
The old schoolhouse is lost from
view;
It's buried in a shell
Built that larger, younger
classes
Might read and write and spell.
The rooms inside are different
now;
How small they seem to be!
How distant are the scenes we
knew!
How far the memory!
We too are different than we
were;
Our hairs are thin and gray;
The vim and zip that we once had
Has somehow gone astray.
But still our inward thoughts go
back
And conjure with a sigh
The happy days that we once knew
In good old Almond High.
by Harriet Grant
Shikoski
I was one of fifteen
members of the Almond High School graduating class of 1941.
Additions surrounded the school where we
attended making it look entirely different, "Buried in a shell."
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