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.

CLASS OF 1958 MEMORIES (Click to read all posts relating to sports, honors, graduation and other memories of our class in 1957-58.)




Monday, September 27, 2010

Sent to me by Millie!

You Raise Me Up

Hurricane Igor - Newfoundland


Also, another version by Celtic Women

Monday, September 13, 2010

Saturday, September 11, 2010

9/11 Bud Commercial - AIRED ONLY ONCE

You're Missing

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon them.
May they rest in peace.


Thursday, September 2, 2010

Forever Mom

For all of you who are interested, I not only write funny stories, but I was blessed with the ability to RHYME! Because of my four foot surgeries, I can no longer dance or jump rope, so I put together a poem about my life.

I call this "FOREVER MOM"

There was a very special little girl,
The apple of everyone's eye.
She loved to run and skip and play,
And swing so high in the sky.

This little girl wanted to be
Older and grown up some day,
So all of her dreams would be real,
Instead of just fun and play.

She wanted to be a school teacher,
And help children learn wrong from right,
Learn to live in harmony,
To be peaceful and not fight.

She dreamed of being a good doctor,
Healing the sick and the sore,
And finding a cure for cancer,
Helping the rich and the poor.

She wanted to be a famous writer,
Have her thoughts in black and white,
For all to read and analyze,
To her, this would be a delight.

She wanted to be an artist.
Beautiful pictures from her mind's eye,
Would be put on canvas and framed,
And placed in stores for people to buy.

Teacher, writer, painter,
Or even doctor or nurse,
These were all occupations
That would give her a very fat purse.

But then she met her sweetheart,
And her plans got turned around.
He brought her joy and happiness,
And her heart was truly bound.

He wanted her to be his wife,
And give him babies to enjoy.
And if it could be in God's plan,
They could have a girl and a boy.

She gave up her plans to be famous,
And became wife and mother and more.
For her life was now so busy,
And certainly not a bore.

First she had a little girl,
The apple of everyone's eye.
She loved to rock and sing lullibies,
Play dolly, make cookies and mud pie.

Then another little girl was born,
A real beauty with long dark hair.
She was a "new dolly" for her sister.
They were a very special pair.

Two years later a son was born.
This was definitely God's plan,
To carry on his daddy's name
When he became a man.

Then life's worst enemy came calling,
One dark June night.
And took her dear husband
Forever out of her sight.

His love was gone, but hers remained,
In a pocket of her heart.
Instead of being for one great man,
Her love was now in three parts.

Life was so hard for the lady,
Who had now grown so forlorn,
Until another nice man appeared to her
Early one November morn.

"I want to help you be happy.
I know you'll love me....You'll see.
I'll always love you, dear lady.
Please, will you marry me?"

The lady was so alone and sad.
Her heart was playing games.
Was this feeling she had real love,
Or would she just be filled with blame?

Again, she didn't know what to do,
Or what would be best for all.
She needed his strength and companionship,
So she agreed for him to call.

Again, the lady got married.
He promised to make her life good.
And soon she realized that she loved him,
Just like he said she would.

Another son was born to her,
A very special child.
He brought them love and happiness,
And made her life worthwhile.

Her eyes were finally opened,
As she saw the joy she had.
The years she had felt so helpless,
Now almost made her mad.

How blessed she was to have had so much,
Not in fame or fortune you see,
But to have so much love from her family,
Was better than fame could be.

Now her children are all grown,
And gone from her happy nest.
So it must be in God's plan
For the lady now to rest.

Today, she looks a lot older,
And the wrinkles are beginning to show.
But she is proud of her little clan.
Just talk to her and you'll know.

In God's plan, life's road continues,
And the lady's work is not done.
Her children have given her grandchildren to teach,
Oh my goodness, what fun!

There is nothing sweeter in this world,
Than the love of a grandchild so true.
To hold their little hand in yours,
And be told, "Nany, I want to be like you."