Reunions are useful events. Attending a class reunion helps one accept growing older along with all those others who are showing their age. Fifty five years ago, MR graduated from James Madison College, now JMU, a full bore university. This weekend we attended a reunion in Harrisonburg to rub shoulders with those who survive. About 35 members of the class of 1960 came to remember their years at JMU, and to refresh their friendships formed all those years ago, and marvel at the changes wrought.
Touring Bluestone Quad and viewing the astounding growth of the school meant walking around the green, wondering about the changes, and still not daring to walk on the grass. A bus ride around the campus, oohing and aahing over the changes, we took in the new age of education. A fabulous sight of new-age education, mores, and adaptations. Looking at those scattering young people striding along to their appointments, backpacks on their shoulder, I-Pad plugged in ears, we marveled at their intensity. And their youth. Were we ever that young?
These young people are the future of our world, upon whose shoulders our/their future depends. It is those striders who will make decisions and changes, who will forge the events that will create the reality of 2050. They are the new age of creativity, the new performers, the artists of tomorrow, the movers and shakers. They are the future. They are getting ready to step up, to take their place in the world. And as they learn to think, to create, to grow and build from what they experience here, the future will be in good hands.
Which means we have done well to provide the shoulders on which they can stand. Our legacy is their foundation.
So, my grandchildren, step up, stretch your minds, seek the vision, and stand on our shoulders, as we have done with our ancestors, and reach for the stars. We are here just for that purpose. Become that same foundation for your progeny. Forge the future.