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Ouachita Parish High School Class of 1963 |
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This is a great place to post your latest family news, share information or ask questions. For an example, read Dee's funny poem. Want to play decteive? We have lost contact with many of our classmates but you can help by looking over the Lost Lions web page
Names of classmates who have passed away are listed here: Deceased Classmates
Dee's Reunion Poem
Joke 1, women drivers
The Hospital Room A neat story submitted by Glenn Davis.
Aging: Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging
about it.
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The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.
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Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know "why" I look this
way. I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved.
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How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?
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When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think of Algebra.
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You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.
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I don't know how I got over the hill without getting to the top.
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One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being
young.
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Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.
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Old age is when former classmates are so gray and wrinkled and bald and have such terrible
eyesight, they don't recognize you.
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If you don't learn to laugh at trouble, you won't have anything to laugh at when you are old.
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First you forget names, then you forget faces. Then you forget to pull up your zipper. It's worse
when you forget to pull it down.
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Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft... Today, it's
called golf.