Tuesday, September 22, 2015

50TH HIGH SCHOOL REUNION TRIBUTE TO HAMBURG, IOWA

50th Hamburg High School Reunion
Salute to Hamburg, Iowa
September 12, 2015
Barbara Gude Moore

Many in our graduating class of 1965 have lived in different places at one time or another, whether during college days, military service, a change in marital status or professions.  But we’ve moved out from Hamburg, Iowa with a solid foundation upon which to build our lives.  The conception of our dreams began right here.  The formation of our characters began right here. 
From you, our families, churches, schools and townspeople of Hamburg, we learned right from wrong. Watching you, we learned to respect what is pure, good, decent and honorable.  We learned to value things that matter, and to desire those qualities that enable us to reach higher, accomplish greater feats, and to live more nobly.  Virtues and qualities such as honesty, self-reliance, perseverance, fairness, courage, hard work, sacrifice, commitment and patriotism were instilled in all of us.  I think that patriotism was in the very air we breathed here in Hamburg, Iowa!   Some years ago when I was thinking back on these things I began to write about it and what developed was published in the USA Today newspaper on Veteran’s Day, November 11, 1998.  I had the satisfaction of knowing that all over the world people were reading about our veterans and the very heartland and conscience of America. I’d like to share it with you because it’s about all of you and the foundation that you built here.

Having grown up in the farmlands of the Midwest, I remember seeing these men often, and to me they represented America.  They were called veterans.
I watched them solemnly marching in the parades.  They looked straight ahead, and I knew they were seeing something or someone the rest of us could not see.
Was it the buddy who didn’t make it back to march alongside them?  Was it the world that might have been, had they not answered their country’s call?
Whatever, it was bigger and more real to them than anything I could know.
These were hard-working, plain-talking, solid men of decent conduct and few words.  When extending the firm handshake of friendship, they’d look you straight in the eye.  Their word was their bond.  They didn’t whine, and they didn’t complain; they did what they had to do without excuses. They did their duty to God and country.      
These men protected their wives and provided for their families. They loved the good ol’ USA.  They never started a fight, but they never ran away from one.  And they’d be there to finish it.
A bully was a bully, whether it was an individual or a nation.  Our veterans stood up to them.  They stood between the bullies of the world and us.  They fought with pride and valor.  They endured the living nightmare of war:  Some never woke up.
I thank God for these men some call veterans.
I call them heroes.

Now, who in the world wouldn’t want to return to a place where such good folks like you all are grown?  It’s such a treat for the class of ’65 and other classes as well, to be back here and to see all of you and “the old stomping grounds.”

One of the pleasures of coming back home again is to see the sites we hold so dear, like our beautiful public library, which, along with our schools, played such an important role in our lives.  From the books there, our imaginations were stirred, our minds were sharpened, our hopes were kindled, and we were prepared to go forth to meet the challenges that lay ahead of us. 

But Hamburg and its’ people are always in our hearts, no matter what we’re doing or how far away we are.  When Hamburg was in the newspaper headlines and on the national broadcasts because of the terrible flood, those of us who live far away watched the horrifying destruction, and we hurt, wept, and prayed.  What happens in our hometown matters to us.  Our roots are here and our roots run deep in the dark, rich Iowa soil that produces the tallest and best corn on the planet-and the plants from the Hamburg Nursery that were sent all over the world.  And that same good soil lies beneath the homes here - in the fragrant cellars where produce is stored and where refuge and safety can be found from the storms.
So, too, this community provided safety for us in our childhoods.  Most of us remember not having to lock our doors at night or any other time, and many of us didn’t even have locks on our doors!  Our community was safe and that gave us a reassuring security to grow up without fear.  Warnings from parents about not talking to strangers were non-existent because there were no strangers in Hamburg!

What an incredibly rich heritage that Hamburg, Iowa has given to all of us.  The class of ’65 heard the call beckoning us home to this place and to this gathering.  It’s a precious opportunity for our eyes to behold the faces of those we’ve loved and hear the voices from our childhoods.   We’re exchanging memories, renewing old friendships and truly enjoying this blast from the past!

 Lastly, the class of ’65 wants to thank you for all you have given to us.  May God bless you! Thank you.




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