I went back to Ambrose Saturday night. Actually, that's a figure of speech, because I'm not really an Ambrose graduate.  But on Saturday night, I wished I was. This is the third school reunion in Journal land this summer, but the first one I have been able to attend.

Not for more than a quarter of a century has Ambrose seen so many people . . . and quite likely it never will happen again.  Certainly Ambrose will know no finer, prouder moment . . . nor such a beautiful one.

After the banquet my wife and I went for a walk around the town.  We couldn't help but observe how the townspeople have gone all out to clean up, mow grass, and beautify that little city.  If there is a community in all of North Dakota which has as much greenery and so many beautiful trees, per capita or per square foot - - I would love to see it . . . but surely it cannot be.  Ambrose is a thing of beauty.

Still, it was people who made this reunion so great . . . people working together.  Anybody who has seen that old Ambrose Implement could appreciate the work done by Kermit Thomte, Vince Cowley and the decorating crew. They worked steadily.  Every night for 2 weeks there was somebody there.

I found myself singing the old Ambrose songs just like it was my school, I visited and reminisced with so many people I have not seen for so long.  And when an old graduate lauded the effort of the townspeople with tears forming in his eyes, I understood.

These are the precious moments of which life is made.

John-a-Dreams

July 1970