SOOT IN THE FLUES


| September/October 1961



SOOT IN THE FLUES

Comes time again to visit with you folks a little while - and although I'm no novice when it comes to talking, there are times it is difficult to write the column. I don't want to repeat myself or speak of things uninteresting to you, and consequently I run out of gab. We've had a busy prelude to summer with important events as the Senior Class Play, the Operetta, Proms, and Commencement Exercises. This is our first experience with graduation as our eldest offspring walked through the high school doors for the last official time. It gives you sort of mixed emotions, doesn't it?? Kinda scares me a little to think one of our little ones (he's 6'5' but he's still our little one) leaving the nest. Makes you wonder if there were really 365 days in each of those years that seem now to have flown by all too fast. Gives you a feeling of pride though too, to see them stand there - all those young men and ladies -and accept the paper that is a stepping stone to their future. Best of luck to all of them.

Some of you people like poetry and I am an amateur in this field, but you perhaps may care to read my humble efforts - the poem I wrote for my son on his graduation. It could be used for any graduate by changing the first verse:

I'll begin this writing with thanks to God -
For the past eighteen years, my Son!
And last night, June 6, down the aisle you trod -
And a major victory was won.

This contest o'er means the end of the road -
Of your school life- so carefree and gay,
And as you go forth, you'll find many a load -
To shoulder, throughout your life's way!

Conflict and toil, responsibility and pain -
Are obstacles that you will find
But to balance the scale, for each goal you attain-
You'll find happiness, reward, peace of mind.

And for aims you pursue as you travel through life -
The price must be sometimes quite high.
But remember, my Dear, without rain and strife -
We could not value the sun and the sky.