This year's reunion will be held on July 22, at King's and the graduating class being honored will be the members of the class of 1956. Other classes being invited are those whose years end in 1 and 6; 1961, 1966, 1971, ...etc., but all are invited. Final arrangements will be posted soon and letters will be sent out by early April. If you haven't made plans for the summer yet, keep this week-end in mind.
On the twenty-first of March, only a few weeks away, the
Alumni group will hold its banquet organizational meeting at the Livingston
Manor Library at seven p.m. For those who are to celebrate there
class reunion this year, your representative should be attending this meeting and receiving the letters that are to be sent out to you and your classmates.
Thanks to Laurie Smith, the alumni group has been able to get addresses from class representatives from each group of classes in the five-year cycle, and she is now able to put them onto mailing labels. Those representatives who come from large classes, know the work and time involved in preparing these letters and envelopes for their class' mailings. For those reps who show up, the letters get stuffed, labeled, licked and stamped that night, ready for mailing that next morning. The earlier the letters go out in the mail, the better the opportunity for classmates, especially those who need to ravel, to adjust their schedule for the coming summer.
The letter, which will include the specifics for that evening, will be posted on this site in the very near future.
Every five years, as summertime nears,
An announcement arrives in the mail,
A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand;
Make plans to attend without fail.
I'll never forget the first time we met;
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress
It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,
And everyone thought it was swell.
The men all conversed about who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.
The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.
No one had heard about the class nerd
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.
The boy we'd decreed "most apt to succeed"
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted "least" now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.
They awarded a prize to one of the guys
Who seemed to have aged the least.
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast
They took a class picture, a curious mixture
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs.
At our next get-together, no one cared whether
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we'd all gone to pot.
It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans
By the fortieth year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.
And now I can't wait; they've set the date;
Our fiftieth is coming, I'm told.
It should be a ball, they've rented a hall
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.
Repairs have been made on my hearing aid;
My pacemaker's been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;
And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.
I'm feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to party
I'm gonna dance 'til dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun; But I just hope that there's one
Other person who can make it that night.