THE CLASS OF ’59

We wore bobby sox and saddle shoes and poodle skirts and pony tails. The guys wore crew cuts and t-shirts under their usually plaid shirts; the ‘tough guys had ‘d-a’ haircuts and turned their shirt collars up. We dressed up with stockings for dances and only wore jeans when we were riding our horses and doing the farm work. Few of us had our own cars, and those who did had a job to pay for it and the gas to drive it with. No drugs, and beer at parties was unheard of.
That’s just some of the memories that the Class of 1959, Ichabod Crane Central School talked about last night at our 50 year class reunion.
We joked that how could it be 50 years when none of us have changed a bit – yeah right. Most have put on some pounds, most have grey hair, a few looked just the same as in school but there were some I would not have recognized without their name tag (complete with yearbook picture).
We talked about teachers – Miss Biser (also know as Miss Bison) who, as one grad put it was a ‘perfect 36’ – 12-12-12, a not so well liked math teacher. Our class advisor and English teacher, Mrs. Van Alstyne (sure can’t remember her maiden name which she was when teaching us), was there, with her husband, Coach Van Alstyne – he helped coach our teams to many basketball championships. There was a letter from another teacher, Miss Johnson. I think she was one of the ones who determined that we did not get a senior trip because the faculty decided none of them wanted to be responsible for what our class might do in someplace like Washington, D.C.
We caught up on what people have been doing. We didn’t formally remember those who are not with us, but I am sure everyone had their private moment of silence.
Prizes were given for who came the furthest (Sally, Florida), most grandchildren (Sandy, 9), high school sweethearts married the longest (Shirley and Chuck, John and Pam (?), 49 and 48 years), who looks the most like they did then (Wally), the person with the job we would least have thought they’d have (Karen, a minister) and so on. I was a little surprised at the number of people who have winter homes in Florida, although I probably shouldn’t have been. Quite a few still live in our area, although we rarely see each other.
Lots of pictures were taken, including the now traditional one outside by a vintage car owned by one classmate (this year’s a ’35 sedan). Lots of laughing. Some ‘we have to get together more often’ and ‘you have to come visit’.
And a lot of memories, but they have to wait because I have to go to work.
A good time was had by all.