Reunion

What I have been working on this week is an upcoming 50th high school reunion - mine.

"How can we be old enough for a 50th?" That was the reaction of a previously lost classmate, whose comment was passed along to me by another classmate - her former sister-in-law.

We went to high school in a small town. In the class were two sets of cousins, and at least three class couples married after graduation. It was common to have parents who had graduated from the high school.

Many classmates still live in town, although a significant number of us live over here, "at the Coast." We've managed to put together a reunion committee from both groups.

Thanks to the internet, we've located people who had been out of touch for years. A 50th reunion gets the attention of many who have avoided all previous gatherings.



I was delighted to find this vintage picture of the high school, because since our time it has undergone some ill-advised remodeling. A part of every reunion is a tour of the building, which can be almost unbearably evocative at times.

The school was built sometime in the 1930's, to what seems to have been a standard plan. My husband's high school, built about the same time on the south side of Chicago, looks almost the same.