Five years have hurried by; it’s reunion time again
We’ve been waiting five years for this. Finally, it’s Torrington High School class of 1952 reunion time. We’ll commence our 65th on Aug. 5 at Fairview Farm Golf Club’s well-appointed restaurant, which has plenty of space for our afternoon celebration.
I have a list of all the “cats and chicks who will get their kicks at the hop.” (You remember that jumpin’ old tune, right? What, before your time? Oh, well)
This particular hop will be very well attended, all things considered. One of those things to consider is that we, as a class, are a little long in the tooth and not as frisky as we were back in the proverbial day. Of course, we don’t admit that.
It has been noted, but little is being made of, the fact that this will be our last reunion. But in the strictest sense, it won’t be the absolute last, because every month, April through October, the class has lunch at Fairview for all FiftyTwoers who can make it. Obviously, most out-of-towners can’t travel to these gatherings, but occasionally, someone will be back home on the right day and will at-
tend. I try not to miss out, because there is always news to gather and a certain warmth that settle in on us.
Can you tell I’m excited about the upcoming 65th? Well, I’m not trying to suppress it, because it’s going to be a memorable, happy time of renewing friendships or acquaintanceships that had their beginnings all those years ago.
As a clownish cartoon character in a mostly-forgotten comic strip from long, long ago used to say, “A lot of stuff has gone under the thing,” since then. He meant “a lot of water has gone under the bridge,” of course, but he was a cartoon character who couldn’t remember anything, and hey, whadadya want?
Naturally, we’ve lost some members in the past five years, since the last hop. Among them is Bob Summa, who died last month after an extended battle, which was nothing short of heroic, with his damaged heart. Summa was toastmaster last time. That was a good one, and I missed it because of an auto accident that almost did me in. My dear friend and fellow classmate Maureen Murphy Pugsley missed it too, because of the same accident.
Anyway, we’re OK now, and we’re not about to miss this one.
This event isn’t just happening by magic, though it will be magical. Jean Wylie Reid and Marlene Hornfischer Parker are leading and have led the tireless group who has put it all together. You’ve got to love these two for their dedication to the cause and unstinting hard work. Without them, it simply wouldn’t happen, and if it didn’t, that would border on tragic.
Other committee members have contributed vast amounts of time and work too, and they should be singled out. So, here’s singling: Judy Weidhaas Brown, Lucille Dusi Merati, Carol Douglas Cianciolo, Claire McDonald, Marilyn Zavatkay Tucker, Elsie Gottschall Gangell. There. If I missed anyone, I’ll pay whatever penalty is assessed and offer unending apologies.
The irreplaceable Jean Reid informed me Friday that Mary Gallo Wilt will be there. Mary wrote a class song, not “You’ll Never Walk Alone,” but another special one which fit the class perfectly. Mary’s dear friend Roberta DeMichael Keesler, with whom she made music and with whom she sometimes performed, died not too long ago. With Mary, we mourn Bobbi.
J. Reid also said she had been in touch with Bill Schaller who, a few reunions ago, presented everyone there with a 1952 quarter, which he had been saving for several years. This time, former U.S. Post Office delivery man Schaller informed Jean that he would attend and would be wearing a special pair of shoes.
It seems Bill worked in a shoe store during that graduation year, ‘52. There was a competition among employees to see which of them could sell the most Cordovans, the winner to receive a pair of Cordovans.
“They were great shoes and I worked my head off to try to win those Cordovans,” Bill told Jean, “And I did it. I won. I’ve still got those shoes and I’m going to wear them to the reunion.”
Such stories will dominate at every table on Aug. 5, which is guaranteed to be a day to remember.