WASHINGTON IRVING HIGH SCHOOL
CLASS OF 1947

CANAAN VALLEY RETREAT

JULY 27TH AND 28TH 2004

CANAAN RETREAT COMMITTEE Co-Chairs Dick Bewick JoAnn Dodds Richardson Fred Brown Monta Sue Traugh Cunningham Dian Gantz Hurley Hank Kiesel, Treasurer Carolyn Cline Ollom Rosaliuee Stuart Sheets

Following 3 pictures taken by Hank Kiesel Friday, July 30th 2004

Washington Irving High School Front Steps

WIHS WITH ADD ON ......

WASHINGTON IRVING MIDDLE SCHOOL... SCHOOL OF EXCELLENCE

John Ash and Emilia

Duane Baker

Dick Bewick

Fred and Sue Brown

John Denham

Mary Ellen Lawson Challenger

Monta Sue Traugh Cunningham

Monta Sue Traugh Cunningam and Russ

Bob Danley and Janice

Helen Farris Dawkins and Dutch

Video Clip of Gene Wentz and Helen Farris Dawkins singing together......"When Your Hair Has Turned to Silver"

Charles Deem and Barbara

Tom Everett

The following poem was recited by Tom as part of the program presented at the Retreat July 29th 2004 A VANISHED FRIEND   Around the corner I have a friend In this great city that knows no end. Yet days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone, And I never see my old friend's face, For life is a swift and terrible race. He knows I like him just as well As in the days when I rang his bell, And he rang mine. We were younger then. Now we are tired busy men. Tired of playing a foolish game, Tired of trying to make a name. Tomorrow, I say, I will call on him, Just to show that I am thinking of him. But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, And the distance between us grows and grows. Around the corner, yet miles away; "Here's a telegram, sir. Jim died today." And that's what you get and deserve in the end, Around the corner, a vanished friend.

Another poem given to me by Tom at the 13th Reunion YOUNG AND OLD   When all the world is young, lad And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hay for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have it's course, lad, And every dog his day.   When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown;  And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down; Creep home and take your place there, The spent and maimed among; God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young. Tom says we all should keep the sentiments of these poems in mind.......