Every year, my tiny home town of Alton, KS has an alumni banquet Memorial weekend and anyone who ever attended Alton High School is welcome to attend. The title above is a part of the school song we used to sing. It felt good to sing it again with other alums.
“Alton High School, Alton High School, jolliest crowd e’er seen by you! Alton High School, Alton High School, All to you we will be true. We have often sung your praises, But we have not told the half. So we give you, Alton High School, as a toast we all may quaff.” This was always followed by a rousing cheer by the cheerleaders which was missing yesterday as we sang. I have to admit, it was a very long time before I knew what “a toast we all may quaff” meant.
The high school closed long enough ago that the youngest attendees are closing in on their 70s, but the banquet is still pretty well attended. More than 60 people were in attendance yesterday and many, like us, no longer live there.

I was a first grader when my sister Florence Marie was a senior and Mary Jo was a sophomore. The school cafeteria was in the grade school building, so high school students walked the few blocks between to have lunch. My sisters’ friends would carry me around on the playground sometimes before they headed back to class, so I was more familiar with them than most first graders would have been. The American Legion still houses a lot of memorabilia that used to hang in the halls of our high school building and they had the building open for us to walk down memory lane. Of course, I had to check out my sisters’ senior class panels as well as my own, even though we didn’t get pictures.


The year I graduated, my class of eleven was the largest in high school. Four are no longer living and others not able to travel back, but my friend Carol Brent Fogo and her husband Glen live in Manhattan, KS and we shared a table and lots of memories. I was somewhat amused by the memories that some of the ones from two or three years behind us had of me. I guess it really is important to remember that young ones are watching and you do make a difference.

Alton High School drew its student body from north and south of town, as well as a few in town students. Most of my classmates were from north of town or in town. I was always somewhat sad when school was out for the summer, because I rarely saw any of them much during the summer. I grew up attending the Mt. Ayr Friends Church, along with quite a few other kids, none of whom were in my class. My cousin Ron Peterson and Ruth Elaine Johnston Dunn, now known as Elaine, were church friends who attended the gathering yesterday. I didn’t get a picture of Ron, but his wife Jo stopped to visit with Elaine and I. Jo’s brother Virgil was in my class.

It’s amazing how 8 hours of driving wears us out these days. Well, driving for LeRoy and riding along for me. We stopped on the way home to visit grandkids in Ellsworth, but Jordan’s girls had colds and we chose not to share that joy. Grandson Ben was available, so we went grocery shopping with him and took him to dinner before heading for home. We don’t often get him to ourselves and we really enjoyed our time.
This week, we’re back to painting and maybe, just maybe getting ready for a new kitchen. We keep hoping that the cabinets will arrive in time to get them installed before we leave for Colorado, but still no definite word on that. Cross your fingers!