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Whirlwind Weekend

A month ago I told you in my blog post that I would be attending the 40th class reunion of the students who were my first French 2 class the year I began teaching high school in 1973. They were the class of '75. It was a bit strange to see "my kids" as 58 year olds! It was such a nice evening and all part of a weekend on steroids.

I was able to ride up to Detroit and back with one of the members of the class and his son. We left at 6:00 Friday morning and arrived in time to change clothes and get to the graduation ceremony of the 2015 class of the school where I taught my first 11 years out of college, Inter-City Baptist High School. It was a special blessing to see that the school is continuing on in fulfilling the same mission it had when I taught there over 30 years ago.

After graduation everyone was invited to a reception in the school gym. I saw people from literally every decade of my adult life — former students from my years there and from my years of teaching at BJU, former colleagues (one of whom had a grandson graduating that night!), parents of former students, old friends from Detroit and from Greenville. I had a great time talking to many people, sharing remembrances, and learning what's been going on in many lives. It was a super-encouraging time! My daughter Megan picked me up afterwards to take me to their house.

Saturday morning I enjoyed time with our grandkids Drew and Maddie. We all enjoyed a breakfast of donuts from Dutch Girls. If any of you live in the Detroit area and haven't tried Dutch Girls donuts, you need to!

Saturday late morning I drove down to Ohio to visit my mother in the nursing home. Poor Mom is in month 19 of hospice. It was such a nice visit! My sister came to spend the time with us also, and we all swapped stories from the past. It was great to see Mom smiling, laughing, and taking part in the story telling. I never know when my visit with her will be the last, and so I was especially glad that this one was so pleasant.

I drove back to Detroit and arrived just in time for the class reunion. It was great to be able to talk at least a short time with each of the 18 class members who came to the reunion. The one who came the farthest to attend is now living in Denver. The stories flowed like water before, during, and after the delicious meal. Before we all went for a tour to see what the school looks like now, pictures were taken of all the class members present. Here's a particularly nice one.

'75 Class Reunion

I was the only one of their former teachers who was able to attend, and I have to say that I was treated like royalty. They wanted me to get into their group picture, but I told them the spouses should take pictures of just the classmates first. When I went to join them, I was going to slip in at the end of a row. They insisted that I be front and center. Since the shorter people were in the front, I got down on one knee and hammed it up.

Class 1975 - 40Year

Someone got a close up of me and posted it on Facebook with the caption, "I love you all this much." 🙂 And I do!

Close Up Tada

One of the class members, an elementary school teacher, has published a book available on Amazon. It's especially for K-6 students and the topic is bullying. I've read it and would like to recommend it to those of you who have elementary aged children in your life.


One picture that got posted and that I love was a candid shot of three of the classmates in a special time of fellowship.

Tom Pat Alan Praying

The whole weekend was a whirlwind for Megan, Jim, and their family too, and I'm sure that my presence made it even more hectic. Jim is the principal of their church's Christian school, and their graduation was also Friday evening! So while I was cavorting around Ohio and Michigan on Saturday, they were hopping from one graduation open house to the next. And Sunday afternoon they had another open house!

On Sunday Maddie wore a dress that Grandma had made for her and that I delivered.

Maddie Dress-2015-05-24

Sunday evening was another exciting time — our grandson Drew (age 8) was baptized! I am so glad that I was able to be there for that special moment! Here's a not terribly clear picture of Drew getting baptized.

Drew Baptism - 2015-05-24

Monday morning Jim and I left their house at 5:20 so that I could meet my ride back at 6:00 in the southern suburbs of Detroit. The trip home was blissfully uneventful as we enjoyed sharing all the terrific things we had each been able to do that weekend.


Well, if you have plowed through all the personal news, you will now be rewarded with some humor. If you skipped all my wonderful personal news to get to the humor, you have missed some great blessings. 🙂 Anyway, however you got to this part of the blog post, you might now get the chuckle you have come to expect, selected because it contained the word whirlwind.

Patrick O'Reilly was lucky. Since the day he had found that four-leaf clover, everything good seemed to come his way. He had met the wonderful Rosie, and after a whirlwind romance, they were married. A year later, he was the proud father of beautiful twins, a boy and a girl.

At work, the story was the same. He had been promoted and had received a substantial raise, and now the firm had come up with a profit sharing plan. Patty was certain his good fortune was due to his four-leaf clover. Everywhere he went, he was certain to be carrying the talisman in his suit pocket.

One morning, Patty could not find the clover. He searched the house, but it was not there. In panic, he tried to recall when he had last seen it. He finally remembered it was in his gray suit that he had dropped off at the dry cleaners. He rushed to the cleaners only to find that the work had been completed and his suit was ready to be picked up. He searched the suit and found the four-leaf clover, still in one piece but now flattened from the dry cleaning.

From that day on, Patty's fortunes changed. Life was good but was no longer perfect. The little inconveniences were always there. He had a flat tire as he was driving to an important meeting. The twins developed measles when his boss and his wife were over for dinner. Yes, Patty's life had changed. He still carried the good luck charm, but he was certainly not living under the silver lining he was used to and had come to expect.

Finally, in desperation he visited the parish priest to see if he could help him understand what had happened. "This certainly should have been expected," he was told. "You should have known that ... it is never good to press one's luck."


I've pressed my luck with such a long blog post, but I felt is was worth sharing, especially for those who know me well. Now to get back to the task of getting rested up from it all. Phew! I might be on the verge of being too old for this kind of excitement ... or not! 😀


"People don't care how much you know until they know how much you care." — Theodore Roosevelt


"I had the strangest experience at my class reunion. A lot of my classmates had changed so much that they didn't even recognize me!" — anonymous delusional person...

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6 Comments on “Whirlwind Weekend”

  1. #1 Nancy McGuire
    on May 27th, 2015 at 8:10 am

    Thank you for sharing:-) What a blessing that you were able to travel up north!

  2. #2 Rob
    on May 27th, 2015 at 8:11 am

    It was a huge blessing, Nancy! In fact, blessings multiplied! 😀

  3. #3 Tim McLaughlin
    on May 27th, 2015 at 8:39 am

    A delightful read, Rob. Such weekends as this are rare and rich.

  4. #4 Rob
    on May 27th, 2015 at 8:45 am

    Thanks, Tim. I agree. To be able to experience that much goodness in such a short amount of time is almost overwhelming.

  5. #5 Barbara H.
    on May 27th, 2015 at 9:27 am

    Wow, a whirlwind trip indeed! But such a rich one. Glad you got to go, especially to be there to see your grandson baptized.

  6. #6 Rob
    on May 27th, 2015 at 9:47 am

    Thanks, Barbara! You know how precious those little premature boys are. 🙂