Linda's Aunt is having her house cleaned out. Needless to say, the house is full of old things, some meaningful, some just the debris of a very full and active life, some just junk that got consigned to the basement. But hidden, safely, in a metal box meant just for such things, two Kodachrome slides of the Reitz 1967 Graduation ceremonies.
So it was the occasion to buy a new scanner capable of handling slides and strip film (something we lost in the fire last year and never got around to repurchasing). I ordered it on Amazon and got it the next day (they must have had it stored around the corner just waiting for my order.) Scary fast. So we quick scanned the two slides and posted them on the website in the "Where We Came From" section under a page called "The Big Day 67". I'm sure Linda will have them splashed all over her Facebook page by the time this Blog post hits the 'Net. But consider this an open call for other photos of that day. I'm sure that there were other proud families shooting a lot of film (film, what's that?) that day. Let's see 'em, folks!
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Another Classmate Confirmed
William Anthony Hall
William Spaulding
David Russell
Becky Brown Jewell
These are the last 4 Reitz 67 classmates whose locations have not yet been confirmed. If any of you who follow this blog or see Linda on Facebook have any clue as to their whereabouts, please let her know. It bothers her. We're pretty sure we know where Terry Stinson is, we can't get through his son, who doesn't seem to be passing on the message that we're wanting to contact him.
Facebook. Can't live with it, can't live without it. Sometimes annoying to no end. Sometimes I just want to go on a rampage and poison livestock and burn crops on somebody's farm. But, sometimes helpful to no end in locating folks. Sheila Monks Scarborough has been hard to track down, having moved several times in the last few years. But Linda found her brother on Facebook and messaged him to have Sheila give her a call, which she did yesterday, and voila, another classmate updated and located in anticipation of the great 45 next September.
Gayle Brown Gurksnis is on the home stretch of her Great Circle around the Midwest on her Reitz 67 "ambassadorial" duties. She has, in her travels, encouraged, organized and accomplished classmate get-togethers along her route. Good work Gail!
You will notice, at the suggestion of one of my Wayne Valley friends that we are now embolding the names mentioned in the Blog. Makes it easier for our old eyes, or so I'm told.
William Spaulding
David Russell
Becky Brown Jewell
These are the last 4 Reitz 67 classmates whose locations have not yet been confirmed. If any of you who follow this blog or see Linda on Facebook have any clue as to their whereabouts, please let her know. It bothers her. We're pretty sure we know where Terry Stinson is, we can't get through his son, who doesn't seem to be passing on the message that we're wanting to contact him.
Facebook. Can't live with it, can't live without it. Sometimes annoying to no end. Sometimes I just want to go on a rampage and poison livestock and burn crops on somebody's farm. But, sometimes helpful to no end in locating folks. Sheila Monks Scarborough has been hard to track down, having moved several times in the last few years. But Linda found her brother on Facebook and messaged him to have Sheila give her a call, which she did yesterday, and voila, another classmate updated and located in anticipation of the great 45 next September.
Gayle Brown Gurksnis is on the home stretch of her Great Circle around the Midwest on her Reitz 67 "ambassadorial" duties. She has, in her travels, encouraged, organized and accomplished classmate get-togethers along her route. Good work Gail!
You will notice, at the suggestion of one of my Wayne Valley friends that we are now embolding the names mentioned in the Blog. Makes it easier for our old eyes, or so I'm told.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Bad News for an Old Friend; Confirmation of a Plan
We got an email from a post graduate friend of Marla Oberhausen and had to be the bearers of sad news to her about Marla's passing. She had found the www.Reitz67.com website by Googling, we suppose, and had anxiously browsed through the pages until she got to our memorial page. She contacted us for confirmation because she just couldn't believe that such a sadness could have happened. It was just a short message but it spoke volumes about friendship, the expectation and hope that it will last forever. I suppose that most of us believe that friendships are part of the soundtrack of your life, as though you can listen in when you want to, put it into the background at will, and it will be there to give your attention when you have the time.
But life, like small children and pets, does not always do what it's told. That's why we have worked so hard to do what we have done with the directory, the class website, the phone calls the get together this past Spring, and the planning for the 45th. We are no longer immortal like we believed we were in 1967. Old friendships are fragile and can become brittle with age. They can be broken in an instant, not just by ill spoken words, but by time itself, the cruel twist of fate, the callousness of life. Now is the time to reconnect. Now is to say what you always thought you would have time to say to old friends. Now is the time to see them at the 45th Reunion next September 8, 2012. Make the time.
We went to see the Reitz JV volleyball team drub Mt. Vernon soundly last night, paid Phyllis Niehaus Happe for our activity cards, and had a chance to speak with Beth Hagan, the Reitz Activities Director. She indicated that yes, it was not uncommon for a class reunion to book a block of seats and that there may be some switching of schedules so that the Reitz opponent that week may not be Harrison but it will be a home game. All we have to do is shoot her an email and she will book it. Linda will be taking that one to the bank.
Steve Frohbieter postponed his Orange Beach experience to later this month. He must have had an old girl friend named Irene and he was afraid he would bump into her and she would spoil his vacation like she spoiled the plans of many of my high school classmates in the Northeast.
A gentle reminder to keep us informed of any contact information changes that may have occurred since we last spoke. We don't want to have to find you again, but ominously (cue the "Jaws" music please), we will if we have to. ;*)
But life, like small children and pets, does not always do what it's told. That's why we have worked so hard to do what we have done with the directory, the class website, the phone calls the get together this past Spring, and the planning for the 45th. We are no longer immortal like we believed we were in 1967. Old friendships are fragile and can become brittle with age. They can be broken in an instant, not just by ill spoken words, but by time itself, the cruel twist of fate, the callousness of life. Now is the time to reconnect. Now is to say what you always thought you would have time to say to old friends. Now is the time to see them at the 45th Reunion next September 8, 2012. Make the time.
We went to see the Reitz JV volleyball team drub Mt. Vernon soundly last night, paid Phyllis Niehaus Happe for our activity cards, and had a chance to speak with Beth Hagan, the Reitz Activities Director. She indicated that yes, it was not uncommon for a class reunion to book a block of seats and that there may be some switching of schedules so that the Reitz opponent that week may not be Harrison but it will be a home game. All we have to do is shoot her an email and she will book it. Linda will be taking that one to the bank.
Steve Frohbieter postponed his Orange Beach experience to later this month. He must have had an old girl friend named Irene and he was afraid he would bump into her and she would spoil his vacation like she spoiled the plans of many of my high school classmates in the Northeast.
A gentle reminder to keep us informed of any contact information changes that may have occurred since we last spoke. We don't want to have to find you again, but ominously (cue the "Jaws" music please), we will if we have to. ;*)
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