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Nevada City High School Class of 1946
Reunion
(Wednesday September 19, 2012)
 t's a beautiful
afternoon for a special luncheon with old acquaintances at Trolley
Junction. It's the 66th reunion for my sister Virginia's Nevada City High
School class...but we grew up and went to school with them too, so we love
getting together with them. Sam Pello opened the gathering with the Pledge
of Allegiance, followed by Rev. Peter Yuen with a prayer. Dick Davies
welcomed us and got us started with whatever....Once more we share old
memories....and today, our grammar school teacher Mrs. Warneke had the
spotlight. She was strict, but we all remember her as being an exceptional
teacher.
Those class members able to attend are: Back row (L-R)...Rev. Peter
Yuen, Don Ellis, Dick Davies, Sam Pello, Ronnie Shaw, Denny Smith. Front
(L-R)...Barbara (Garesio) Browning, Joyce (Arbogast) Bauman, Ole Ronnigen,
Beverly (Scholefield) Kilroy and Leona (Lotz) Riddle.
After catching up over a delicious luncheon, Rev. Yuen said the
benediction and we all sang "God Bless America." Then we all went out to
the back deck by the stairs for a photo of everybody. Thank you so much
Dick and Eileen for always getting everyone together for this very special
occasion.
Grandpa Tell Me 'bout the Good
Old Days
(The Judds song by Jamie O'Hara)
Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels
like this world's gone crazy
And Grandpa, take me back to
yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem
so hazy
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And
stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really
something people kept
Not just something they would say?
Did
families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddies really never
go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress, but
I just don't know
And Grandpa, let's wander back into the past
And paint me the picture of long ago
Did lovers really
fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something
they would say, and forget
Did families really bow their heads to
pray
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me
'bout the good old days
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old
days
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