Please share with us your memories, anecdotes, funny stores, narratives, poems and literrary efforts. Just e-mail them to me and I will post them. Let me know if you want it signed or if you want it to be anonymous.
I was recently cleaning an area that hadn’t been touched for a long time and came across this publication that I thought would interest members of our class. It is a booklet of poetry titled, Thoughts. It’s undated but I’m certain it is either 1969 or 1970. The cover and back are pictures of Ron Malone and the published authors are (with some only abbreviated): Neil Dimick, B.K., Marian Dunshee, D.P. Redding, Bill Sletteland, W.C., Carol Wernecke, and Greg Sampson, with special thanks to Mr. Eli Sampson and Judd and Mary Kay, published by J. Ronald Commins.
It is certainly a flavor of the times!
Searching back through many years
Wading into old time fears
Picking memories here and there
What is worthy there to share?
Perspective views in looking back
Show so much that seems to lack
Once important now mundane
Which sole one became our bane?
Time to look back in our mind
Smile and laugh perchance to find
A bit of "us" we lost to time
And give that up to share our "Shine"!
I have been asked by a number of classmates to share my story with all of you, but feel a bit "funny" doing so, as we are still struggling with all this "cancer stuff" in our family, but oh well--here goes...
Many people tell us we are "unlucky" to have 3 of the 7 of us with cancer diagnoses, but I feel we are a very LUCKY family---we have all survived a difficult diagnosis, and are stronger, closer and more faithful because of what we have been through individually and as a family. As far as our other children are concerned, our Connie has a PhD in Inorganic Computational Chemistry, Todd has a PhD in Computer Informational Science, our Mike has a Masters in International Peace and Conflict Resolution, served in the Peace Corps and is now a Special Agent for the Dept. of Diplomatic Security and travels the world, our Jenny has a MBA and is an Cost Accountant with a local University, and Bobby is working on his MBA as he searches for a flying job! Connie and her hubby have our only grandson and he brings so much joy to us all! I always tell my children that they are the very best thing that have ever happened to Shawn and me!
It's hard to believe that so many years have passed since high school! I still keep up with some of my school friends, but would love to hear from any of you who might want to email me! I admit to being a bit "lost" now that my "nest is empty", as my whole life has been raising my children and taking good care of my family. I will try and post a family pix on the site soon. I wish I could have answered the questions for the reunion booklet--I have so many funny stories to tell, but in lieu of that, I wish you all well and hope you enjoy the reunion!
Fondly, Karen Cline Fitzgerald
Although it has been 40 years since we graduated from high school, I can still remember Barb Gainey like it was yesterday.
Barb was intelligent, talented, pretty and kind to everybody. She and I were in several classes together and we were senior leaders for PE. I am just happy I was able to cross paths with Barb in my life time. I was saddened by the loss of such an exceptional young woman.
Barb and I were also in Orchesis together and choreographed several dances together for the spring shows. The one I remember is the duet we did senior year to "Moon River", (I know that ages me but you are all the same age). The only steps I really remember are the first 30 seconds. I have no idea why I remember the first 30 seconds of a dance. Whenever I think of Barb or hear "Moon River", (which is not too much in this day and age), I flash back to the part of the dance I remember.
Barb's life was taken too early. I will miss seeing Barb at our 40th reunion as I am sure many of you feel the same way.
Subject: The Rosemary Dredge story, from her brother, Bill Dredge
I 'm not happy to say that Rosie lost a long fight with breast cancer years ago. She refused to give up for the longest time, but had 6 children and a thoughtless, looney husband to contend with, and i think she simply got too tired to fight on.
Her life was mentally and physically demanding, as they lived in rural New Hampshire and Vermont, in a difficult house, with wood heat, no indoor plumbing and no indoor water. They brought water in 3 times a day, and thawed ice in winter to drink and cook. She finally left her husband, moved to town in Rutland , and finally allowed us to give her a hand. At that point, she was taking care of her 4 girls and working in a bakery to pay the rent. She then joined a group of religous folks, who helped her tremendously, and supported her and the girls.
All of our family was wary of this group, so my brother in law and i drove from Michigan to visit with these people and "vet" the group, and their means of helping Rosemary and her brood. They were odd, to say the least, but really very sincere, and quite good, and great to her and the girls. The two sons stayed with the dad, one then left and the other visited back and forth.
To make things more challenging, she then took on her cancer, and refused any treatment, saying that dignity was more valuable to her than a limping disfigured life, and so carried on the best she could. I know she worked hard to find a soulmate helper for each girl, made sure they would stay together, and quietly worked her responsibilities in the group until she couldn't. She is buried in Vermont, where the girls still live with the community. They seem to be happy there and we check on them periodically, and the group remains consistent in their support.
This is probably more than you ever wanted to know, but I know she really valued her time with you and Marg MacKinnon, and Joyce Morgan. I was really happy to see that someone remembered her, from what was clearly a great time in her life.
My Favorite Quote by Carol Gibbons
"For man, the vast marvel is to be alive. For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive....We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive and in flesh and part of the living, incarnate cosmos."
D. H. Lawrence