A whole year since my last post....I guess I must be in the Reunion phase of my life; last year
was my high school folk group, and this year was my grade school graduation
reunion. Whenever someone asked me what
my summer plans were, I told them they’d laugh if they knew; and most of them did,
followed by, “Are you serious?” Deadly.
It started with a much less complicated
plan….Tim had never seen where I grew up, whereas I’d spent lots of time in his
hometown. There was talk of a Dean family get-together at the family summer
home in the north woods of Wisconsin, so it only made sense to combine them,
with a visit to our son and his wife thrown in for good measure. Then, multiple emails/Facebook posts between
several of us grade school buddies planted the seeds of “We should have another
reunion – the last one was 20 years ago!” Never one to pass on a dare, I
started to set things in motion by proposing a date, subtracting a week from
the Dean family bash. When enough classmates agreed to that, we were off to the
races. We kept our expectations
realistic – how many people are really interested in seeing their grade school
friends 45 years after graduation, anyway? – and started researching lost
souls. Many folks had not gone far from
the area, and lots were in touch on Facebook and email, so it was easy to track
them down.
We found a small neighborhood tavern, once owned by an older
St. Dom’s graduate, that would give us a back room as long as we bought food
and drinks (you’re on). Put together an Evite, and waited for a flurry of
responses. And waited. And waited……and
waited…..and worried……we decided that even if ten of us showed up, it would be
a blast. And we also figured that lots of people might not decide until the
very last minute. We were right.
On August 6, we jumped on a plane from Portland to Chicago,
where we had a 3 hour layover (I hate O’Hare….) and finally landed in Cleveland
around 11 pm, arriving at our host’s home close to midnight. Bless her heart,
Karen waited up for us and got us settled.
Thornton Pool, which has only gotten bigger and better than it was when I was a kid.... |
"The deep end", where all diving took place. The high dive has been removed..... |
Chris, Julie, Steve, Maureene, Herb, Katie |
Saturday was the actual day of the reunion. The plan was to
meet in the school for a brief reception and tour (like I couldn’t walk through
that place blindfolded….) then 5 pm Mass in one of the prettiest churches ever.
I was going to join the music group with another of the reunion planners who
was a regular member, so I took Tim for an early tour…going up a staircase in
the main hall, I noticed several old, framed pictures from decades past; I
looked more closely, and saw that one was “Graduating Class of 1962” which just
happened to be my older brother’s class! It was too far away for me to see
clearly, so we took it down, and sure enough, there was my brother, second row,
third from the left. We were able to get a copy which will be sent to him for
safekeeping! J
Top Row: Sharon, Cathy, Katie, Karen, Maureene, Steve Bottom: Jim, Mark, Herb, Julie, Wendy |
Then on to the choir loft…there was Jim, my friend the
drummer, his wife Barb, who did all sorts of percussion and woodwinds, a
delightful Holy Cross brother who did keyboards, the choir director, and me. It
was somewhat intimidating, because I knew that this director had a fabulous
reputation, and he knew nothing about me – he was doing it as a favor to Jim,
who had provided one of his 12 string guitars for me to use. A very quick
rehearsal, and then I saw the Class of 1970 come into the church. Most of them
knew nothing about what I had done with music since we last saw one another,
but they knew I was up there in the balcony. It was so much fun to be doing
what I loved in a place that I loved, and it was over before I knew it.
Ya just can't get everyone to look straight ahead at the same time! |
After a few more pictures in front of school, it was off to
The Tavern Company, meeting up with some folks who weren’t at the church. The
next 3 hours flew by, with lots of catching up – sharing pictures, stories, and
meeting spouses and friends who became part of the picture in the days after 8th
grade!
Wendy and Karen - who says we're almost 60? |
Cathy, Katie, Steve, and Mark |
Jim's band, "Up 'Til Four", provided great covers of songs from our era |
Herb and Chris, deep in manly conversation |
Kathy listens while the other Cathy gives Katie an earful... |
So, here's to the good ol' days....itchy wool uniforms, May Crownings, the St. Patrick's Day plays, and the best friends ever... love you guys! Except for Sr. Mary Agnes....!
Progressive Field, home of the Indians - much nicer than the stadium where I used to attend games with my brothers. |