In Celebration of MHS Class of 1958

In Celebration of MHS Class of 1958

A Tribute and Celebration

We were the class of 1958, members of the Greatest Generation as well as children of the Greatest Generation. Born in 1940, we are also called members of the Traditional Generation.

Our childhood, post World War II, "was the best of times . . . it was the age of wisdom . . . it was the epoch of belief . . .it was the season of Light . . . it was the spring of hope . . . we had everything before us . . .we were all going direct to Heaven . . . ." (A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens.) At least, that's the way I felt about it. We were truly blessed.

- Ouida Tomlinson -

This blog is a place for 1958 graduates of Meridian, Mississippi, High School to stay in touch, post their news, items of interest and photographs.



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Sunday, December 6, 2009

Christmas for the Elderly by Maxine


It was the 24th of December
And we were too old, you see.
There's no way Santa would come to our home
And leave something under our little tree.

Our children were all grown and had left us,
Each with their own family plan.
They couldn't come home for Christmas,
They were scattered all over this land.

Just Pop and me sitting here,
All alone in our warm cozy home.
The fire in the fireplace was crackling,
But the Christmas excitement was gone.

We started remembering the good times,
And the Christmases in the past.
We each had a favorite memory,
Memories that I hoped would last.

We weren't putting toys together this year.
There is no wagon with a missing wheel.
There's no need to make Christmas cookies,
We will just have a small meal.

The greatest gift a grown child can give
To a parent who loves them so much,
Is not something wrapped with a pretty bow,
But to just simply feel their touch.

A hug and a simple "I Love You"
Can heal many a weary heart.
It's so sad that we have to live in a world
Where jobs can tear us apart.

Listen Pop!! Was that the doorbell I heard??
Or the wind blowing on this cold clear night??
Christmas carols were playing, but I wanted to see,
The full moon and stars were a beautiful sight.

I wanted to take just one more look,
And be sure the Magic was still there.
The door swung open, and I couldn't speak.
"Merry Christmas Mom and Dad, we made it, We're here."

Of all the presents they brought us,
Wrapped with pretty bows and such,
The only one I remember now
Is what it was like to feel their touch.

So stay in touch with your parents,
Let them know how you feel.
And tell your parents you love them,
It's amazing what love can heal.

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