St. Joseph class of ’47 celebrates 70th
ESCANABA — The St. Joseph class of 1947 celebrated their 70th class reunion on July 31 with a luncheon at the Stonehouse. Of the nine left in the class of ’47, five were in attendance, which included: Evelyn (Seymour) Potvin, Mary (Lemmer) Ryno, Patricia (Schout) McMartin, Art Messier, and Stella (Polmateer) Andrews. They enjoyed reminiscing about the past 70 years with pictures and other memorabilia.
Ed McCarthy was the class president, and always wrote a poem of the reunion. With Ed gone, the poem used from the 50th reunion was used, with a few changes.
In honor of Ed, the poem reads:
70 Years of Dreams
The class of ’47 had a dream;
No great extravaganza it would seem;
To make the world a better place, our theme.
Yes, the class of ’47 had a dream.
We closed our lockers for that one last time,
Not knowing of the mountains we would climb,
Or of the many trials we would face,
That could be only conquered with God’s grace.
For some of us this meant a trip to college,
To choose a field and gain a lot more knowledge;
While others went to service, or off to work,
A “Candy Striper” or a soda jerk?
Each sought to make things better in our life,
To find a loving husband or a wife;
To settle down and raise a family
And make their lives as good as they could do.
But never did we dream that some would die,
To forever leave the lives of you and I;
But God’s plan differed from the one we chose –
He says who stays, and also says who goes.
So classmates that we loved He’s called away
Yet we treasure all their memories today –
But in these past years, we’ve lost many more,
Who now have entered into heaven’s door
And in this past year Ed joined their side.
We remember dearly too, husbands and wives,
Who married classmates and shared in our lives;
Their memories are treasured still today,
We know their passing simply was God’s way.
Out thoughts and prayers are with them all today,
As we celebrate our seventieth this way;
We know they smile at us from up above,
Just as we think of them with greatest love.
So in a toast let’s raise our glasses high,
To salute these dear friends God has picked to die;
While at the same time, let us toast our health,
As this most surely is our greatest wealth.
Yes, the class of 47 had a dream;
One wonders if it has that special gleam
That spurred us on, now seventy years ago;
Have we achieved our goals? I do not know!