Don
Alessi and wife Cindy Mary K (Brennan) Clarke Richard Carnago Deacon Ralph Chase and wife Rosemary Robert Daigle David Davis and wife Nanette Joan (Detloff) Scherrer and husband Donald Judith (Dombrowski) Szefi Carol (Dronzkowski) Piper Bart Fiumano and wife Diana John Gadioli and wife Linda Jerry Gagnon and wife Helen John Gloss and wife Patricia Patricia (Gosselin) Nienstedt and husband Rick Ronald Greb and wife Mary Ann Carolyn Harper Bob Hazzard Fred Hughes and wife Aurelia Dorothy Jarczynski Mike Kebbe and wife Georgiann (Oldani) Kebbe Ralph Koch and wife Ann Fred Korytkowski and wife Althea Barbara (Koszewski) Madak and husband Michael Marvin Laubach and wife Christine Kathy Lauer Marge (LaVigne) Shaughnessy and husband Michael James Le Blanc and wife Catherine Richard Mahlmeister and wife Rose Marie Louis Mascia and wife Ann Marie Virgil Matczak and wife Ellen |
Elaine
(Mathia) Robb Patricia (Max) Baxmann Don McAtamney Joe McClellan and wife Ann Judy McFarlane Lorraine (Minne) Schneider Carol (Mobley) Brovage and husband Joseph Francis Morin and wife Henrietta Leon Noel Paula (Notarangelo) Fasulo-Kann and daughter Carolyn McInnis Judy (Nowak) Kowich and daughter Chris Kowich Ralph Olechowski and wife Martha Karin Pettke Marlene (Rehdorf) Louwers and guest Roger Ptak Dolores (Rogalski) Loch and husband Thomas Tony Sciarrotta Chuck Shubnell Dwight Sobczk and wife Gloria (Moebs) Sobczak Pat (Soper) Bastien and husband George Diane (Strobl) Fowler and husband Calvert Margaret (Taube) Tebo and husband William Joe Tracy Nina (Tranchida) Istrate and husband Michael Cori (Vocino) Del Fuoco Sharon (Widrig) Schneider Donna (Wieczorkowski) Jeszke and husband Thomas Judith (Winiemko) Marchinda and husband Louis Christine (Wroblewski) Kovach and husband Kenneth Ted Zolnoski and wife Carolyn |
Joe McClellan's Opening Remarks
Good evening and welcome to The St Anthony Class of 1961 50th. The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. 'Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you ? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?' The soldier squared his shoulders and said, 'No, Lord, I guess I ain't. Because those of us who carry guns, Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough. And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime, When the bills got just too steep. |
And
I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place, Among the people here. They never wanted me around, Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand. I never expected or had too much, But if you don't, I'll understand. There was a silence all around the throne, Where the saints had often trod. As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God. 'Step forward now, you soldier, You've borne your burdens well. Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in Hell.' |