The elegance of the ladies reflects the confidence of their individual characters, strength enhanced by stylish outfits affirming this personal contentment. Bev has the most tasteful coif of white hair. The other colors are more as remembered as if little has changed in the forty years since we crossed the stage of Johnston Hall. From that place we went forward to all the complex, oft-times disappointing and hopefully satisfying chapters in our book of days that is the archive of the Class of 1960. There is no way to share all that has occurred in the lives collected here, but a look in the eyes reveals much.
Wisdom reposes there now.
Insight and understanding born of experience tells of difficulties overcome and tragedies confronted. There are few illusions now. Hope and faith still abide, but all is tempered by encounters with personal illness or illness to those most loved, unions dissolved, deaths endured and expectations for children unfulfilled by disability or complex adolescence far different from days we knew. If the eyes share wisdom, the lines etched around them are testimony to lives celebrating humor and joy. That presence of laughter overcomes any hesitancy in the renewal of friendships and transports us across decades so we feel comfortable with poking fun at expanded waistlines, receded hairlines and the realization of youth gone.