I have heard nothing but positive reaction to this year's Marcus Fair. Now I am overwhelmed with the talk of plans for next year's 75th Anniversary version.
It seems that an All Schools Reunion for the alumni of both Holy Name and Marcus Public is being planned. The prospect of that block-buster event has inspired me to make a few observations.
I think we have agreed in the past that few people take a neutral position on the matter of Class Reunions. Most are either strongly for them or strongly against them. As you have no doubt gathered, I am definitely for them.
I am one of those folks who would arrange a vacation a year in advance and travel half-way around the world, if need be, to attend one. There's a strange pull, an urge to touch base just one more time that strongly affects me. Now that my traveling days are limited and I am unable to participate as I'd like, all that remains is to indulge in many fond memories.
Rinard High School, from which I graduated, was consolidated into existence in 1921, and reorganized out of existence in 1957. So, instead of Class Reunions, All School Reunions were held every five years. I attended almost all of them as long as I could.
Each time there were those first strange moments of seeing who you remembered and who remembered you. Then we would all start sharing memories and soon discover that no one had really changed that much.
Most of the bright, attractive, outgoing teen-agers had turned into bright, attractive, outgoing adults. The joker who forgot to mail his share of the reunion invitations was, in my class, the same joker who often, those many years ago, 'lost' his class notes just before the big exam and had to borrow mine.
Yes, way back in high school there were those who talked a better game than they played, and those who played a better game than they talked. Some of each group turned up at every reunion.
Lives that are quite out of touch are drawn together by invisible strings of time and circumstance.
I am sure pranks and jokes improved in the recounting, but that's as it should be. Go on, take part in your Class Reunion. You'll never regret that you did.
Now I must leave you with one final sobering observation--I
recently received a letter from a high school classmate who was also my closest friend.
In it she enclosed the obituary of a fellow classmate. With that death, there are but three of our class still living. With time so obviously nipping at my heels, there is an added urgency in my insistence that you attend your own Class Reunion.
The opportunity isn't going to be around forever!