Susan K. Housholder (Johnson)
Dear Michael Claphan,
Thank you so much for the wonderful music video you shared with us this morning. It is a sunny spring day - early morning - here in Fort Wayne as I write. Sitting at my dining table, coffee cup empty, about to begin my day, I found your message. I played it through, and as I did so, I found myself glancing out the window here nearby, but rather than the sun on grass and cardinal on the fence that I usually spy, I see you and 500 more of you: sun splashes through the tall, oblong windows of the school onto the hallways - long, narrow hallways in the science wing, or in the study hall splashing on the rows of aged, brown wooden desks. I hear the chatter - so much of it that I could not really make any sense of what was being said. Just kids gabbing about sports or clubs or weekend plans, maybe a math quiz or science lab, and English essay.
How wonderful to begin my day with memories of you, Mike, and all of you - those I knew well, or thought that I did, and those I knew only through short, side glances as we passed in the hall, hurrying to class day after day. Thank all of you for being the good, kind, decent, and funny people you were and are, and for sharing your days and lives with me when we were all too young to know what life really was all about. We are so fortunate to have been where we were and when we were. I'm looking forward to the reunion next year, and I just noted it on my calendar, so that with God's grace I can be there with many of you to thank you in person for the gift of you in my life. If somehow we do not connect again, please know you are remembered daily through this page, and I am grateful for all I gleaned from you - even in those quiet side glances. Be well, all of you, and happy in these days, and thank you all again for the gift of you and the class of l963.
Susie Housholder Johnson
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