Lourdes High School About 1960

Deceased Classmates

In Memorium

DECEASED CLASSMATES VIDEO AS OF 07-22-2023 [Diane (Rieple) Henry added]

Note: Click on the far right bottom of the video to see photos full screen.  Click on "ESC" to return to the normal screen

Deceased Classmates from the Class of 1960, Lourdes High School in Rochester, Minnesota. [Background music is "Amazing Grace" , "The Lord's Prayer"  These  instrumentals are by the O'Neil Brothers and are Royalty Free.  The Wooden Bridge is credited to: © Bonita Cheshier | Dreamstime.com]  Sooner or later, all of us will have to cross the bridge!

πŸ’—None of us lives for oneself, and no one dies for oneself. For if we live, we live for the Lord, and if we die, we die for the Lord; so then, whether we live or die, we are the Lord's For this is why Christ died and came to life, that he might be Lord of both the dead and the living.
Romans 14:7-9

πŸ’—"Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality."

1st stanza from "Because I could
Not stop for Death" by Emily  Dickenson

πŸ’—"Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven't committed" Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

πŸ’—“What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life--to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?” -  from "Adam Bede" by George Elliot (Mary Ann Evans)

πŸ’— "People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die." from Japanese Novelist, Haruki Murakami in  "Norwegian Wood"

πŸ’—"I have no photograph of her that's any good.  I cannot even see her face distinctly in my imagination.  Yet the odd face of some stranger seen in a crowd this morning may come before me in vivid perfection the moment I close my eyes tonight.  No doubt, the explanation is simple enough.  We have seen the faces of those we know best so variously, from so many angles, in so many lights, with so many expressions - walking, sleeping, laughing, crying, eating, talking, thinking - that all the impressions crowd into our memory together and cancel out into a mere blur.  But her voice is still vivid.  The remembered voice--that can turn me at any moment to a whimpering child."  From "A Grief Observed" by C.S. Lewis after his wife Joy Davidman died in 1960.