May is a good month. It lies approximately halfway between spring and summer, and gives us the opportunity to make the adjustments.
It is the month to enjoy the flowers the prophecy "April showers bring May flowers" fulfills. It is the month when we recognize mothers and all they mean to us. We recognize our armed forces on Armed Forces Day.
Perhaps May is best regarded as the time when we remember those who are no longer with us on Memorial Day. It is also a day for special recognition of veterans who gave their all.
May is also a time when we recognize our students who graduate from grade school, high school and the university. Graduation of students has a way of reminding us that we, too, were once students.
May is a month of celebrating class reunions when we meet with former friends to reminisce.
We show up at one-year, 10-year, 25-year, 50-year and even 60- and 70-year reunions, if we are fortunate.
Have you heard the statement "All those people have changed so much that they didn't recognize me"?
Changes do occur, don't they? But it is so very enjoyable to meet them again and to discuss (maybe even lie a little) about what has happened through the years. They were good years back then, weren't they?
I received a poem that speaks of reunions and reminds us of such things as we can remember. I do not know the author of the poem since I received it via e-mail with no accompanying name. I hope you will enjoy it.
Every ten years, as summertime draws near an announcement arrives in the mail
A reunion is planned, it'll be very grand
Make plans to attend without fail
I'll never forget the first time we met
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
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 nerd
Who 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" was now a priest
Just shows you can be wrong now and then
They awarded a prize to one of the guys
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 curious mixture
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 cared whether
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 lake shores
We ate hamburgers, cole slaw, and beans
Then most of us lay around in the shade
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans
By the fourtieth 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 as they've set the date
Our sixtieth 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 old hearing aid
My pacemaker's been turned up on high
My wheelchair is oiled, my teeth have been boiled
And I've bought a new wig and glass eye
I'm feeling quite hearty, I'm ready to party
I'll dance until dawn's early light
It'll be lots of fun and I hope at least one
Other person can make it that night
Arris Johnson, Hays, is a member of the Generations Advisory Group.