Sixty-two years ago I joined the freshman class at Mary Hardin-Baylor College, Belton, Texas.
One by one the but never in spirit! class of ’53 grows smaller in number.  We keep an active prayer chain going by way of emails, often phone one another and exchange cards and often for each other flows ‘the sympathizing tear’.
They’re my fan club for all my books.  For the longest while we met every year at Belton for a weekend of reliving the “good old days”.   Those who live close to Belton always housed and fed me and gave me a grand tour of the new campus.
The college was hanging by a thin financial thread in my day and was for females only.  Today it is co-ed is a university with magnificent programs and buildings.  Why they even have a football team and now a stadium.
My years at Belton gave me some incredible friendships students and teachers.  Much of who I am today can be traced to ideas I formed during 1953-1958!
Today I’m thanking God for those of my class who have died and those who are still alive.  To borrow from  Brother Paul, “I thank God upon every remembrance I have of you!”