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| Thomas Wolfe was wrong! You can go home again, and we proved it. |
| All it takes is the genuine desire of some very special people to reconnect relationships that were formed at a time and in a place that will always be treasured. Going home again is always risky. Often, so much has changed. Old haunts are gone or radically altered. Things look just a little duller than our vivid memories of special moments in times past. The events and the sensations that helped shape our lives may seem oddly displaced or skewed by distance and time. And, people with whom we shared such intimate moments have evolved into strangers. Not so with the gathering of faithful U High Cubs, Class of ’63! |
As we gaze back at this weekend of revelry and reconnection, we are confronted with several pleasant realities. We did have something special back
in ’63. Individually, this reunion gave us a chance to stand again in the place of our formative youth and remember the predictions, the hopes
and aspirations each of us held. This weekend enabled us to catch a faint whiff of that intoxicating scent that 40 years ago was our future, and know
for just a moment that the others who were with us back then, made a contribution (big or small) to who we have become. As a group, we can take
pride in the achievements of our individual members.
The reuniting of this group was certainly therapeutic, and most of us have pledged to be better about “keeping in touch,” as always is the outcome
of these types of gatherings. All of us will try to keep that promise, but there will be a certain and inevitable encroachment of our “regular lives” that
will dim the memory of this weekend, just as the past 40 years have dimmed some aspects of our previous times together. Let us be the exception
to the human trait that sometimes allows distance to grow between friends and associates. Let us be able to confidently say, we have known each
other for a long time, and not mean, a long time ago we knew each other for a short time.
See you all at our 50th!
in ’63. Individually, this reunion gave us a chance to stand again in the place of our formative youth and remember the predictions, the hopes
and aspirations each of us held. This weekend enabled us to catch a faint whiff of that intoxicating scent that 40 years ago was our future, and know
for just a moment that the others who were with us back then, made a contribution (big or small) to who we have become. As a group, we can take
pride in the achievements of our individual members.
The reuniting of this group was certainly therapeutic, and most of us have pledged to be better about “keeping in touch,” as always is the outcome
of these types of gatherings. All of us will try to keep that promise, but there will be a certain and inevitable encroachment of our “regular lives” that
will dim the memory of this weekend, just as the past 40 years have dimmed some aspects of our previous times together. Let us be the exception
to the human trait that sometimes allows distance to grow between friends and associates. Let us be able to confidently say, we have known each
other for a long time, and not mean, a long time ago we knew each other for a short time.
See you all at our 50th!
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