Art Smith:
CLASS OF 1968
Pittsville High SchoolClass of 1968
Pittsville, WI
Art's Story
March 2012 UPDATE
Now in Nebraska.
Following up on my earlier story, I did get back in time to see Jack before he died.
Two days, I was able to spend a short time with him. On the third day I went back - and Pat, his sister, met me
in the drive way. Jack had died.
I was able to talk briefly with Jack on my two visits, and pray with him. He was very weak. I am grateful that he agreed to see me, feeling so weak. Over the past years we had many conversations about God and eternal life. (As I know many others have also.) I think Jack agreed to my visits because of a hope he held out for eternal life. We were good friends, but the added connection from our conversations about heaven took on greater importance.
Man...life really is short! It doesn't seem right that classmates die - and we lose our oldest friends. If there was no understanding as to "why" death has invaded mankind, or if we have no hope beyond the grave - life would be meaningless.
But, come to think of it, isn't that what Easter is all about? Hope - beyond the graveyard!
Later.
4/21/08 Fort Collins, TX
Well, well, well. 40 years have now passed since PHS.
The other day I got out my 1968 Year Book and browsed through the pictures and comments...
I didn't remember myself being like many of the comments indicated! (But I did enjoy reading them!)The comments seemed much too nice and generous. As I recall, most of my high school years I gravitated toward (or initiated) various kinds of depravity! But - there were also so many good times that I remember most of my high shool years with great fondness.
(Which raises the question: "Do we ever really see ourselves as ot...Expand for more
hers do?") Not to get philosophical...
My one regret - is that I didn't stay closer in touch with many of you. Now, at 57, understanding that the preeminent value of life is "relationships," it is somewhat sad that those relationships from our formative years - are not part of our graying years.
We do make many other "good" friendships over the years, but the shame is that we also lose some.
Since PHS my life has gone as follows:
Graduated from College in 1973
Married Becky in 1971
Worked four years at Rio Grande Bible Institute
Pastored most of the time since 1981
We have six kids - ages 21-32, (two grandkids)
Graduated from Dallas Seminary in 1993 & 2002
Currently live in Fort Collins, CO.
We moved here Aug.08 to start a church.
What sparked my renewed interest in "classmates," is the illness of my good friend Jack O'keefe.
Jack and I spent much of our spare time together - from about our sophomore - senior years.
On every trip back to Pittsville over these past 40 years, there were a couple classmates I would always see. Jack was one of those.
I realize now - that he is one of my oldest, best friends - and I hope to see him one more time - on earth. How did this much life get past us? I never thought I'd be in the situation of hoping to get home before one of my best friends succumbs to pancreatic cancer...this soon in life. Much too young.
In my years as a pastor I have been at the side of seriously ill people - many times, and done a number of funerals. But life always hits home when it is one of our family members or close friends lying in the bed. Then time & eternity take on new meaning.
(Where's the crazy spellcheck?)
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