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High School Reunion - Part 2
Nov. 28th, 2004 01:10 pmLast night, Susan and I went to dinner at Cotton, in Manchester, along with several members of the Derryfield School's class of '74. Unlike Central, which had 2400 students for 9th - 12th, Derryfield had 140 for 7th - 12th. I had more folks in my classes at Central at times than they had in the graduating class at Derryfield. So, it was no real surprise to be among the 8 people at dinner.
I suppose it didn't help that the 'organizing' of the event was closer to my standards of organizing than not! "I called Susan earlier today... I suppose I should have called her last week," noted the chief planner about one who couldn't make it.
Two of the folks there got to the school the year after I left, so I didn;t know them. One of them brought his wife, also, and I didn't know her. But I knew the other three folks. One of the, Hilary C., I had known most of my life, as her folks and mine were friends for year and years... Another, Jeff W., I had known less long, but his dad was my mom's former boss. The last, Cindy S., I knew only during the three years of Derryfield.
Jeff is a math teacher, and by the sounds of it, a passionate one. More, I guess, I would say that he teaches students, and math is what he teaches, along with self-respect, hope, and other nifty things.
Cindy is a judge. Having never been before her court, I have no idea what sort of a judge she is, other than my sense of her as a person. That said, I am hoping she will come play at BIQ in April, because she feels like a genuine person - and one of hard-won personal integrity.
Hilary is a clown. Not a Bozo clown, but a theatrical clown - of manners and style and show, but not all gaudy. She wears color as a personal attribute rather than a physical adornment. She possesses and applies a keen and piercing wit, the likes of which folks tend to wish to avoid, but enjoy when it is on their side. She is pretty clear on what she likes and doesn't - and others around her will be left with little doubt as well. I would not call her kind, but she certainly is not mealy-mouthed!
She was one of the folks from that first school with whom I kept a small degree of contact. I have seen her, talked with her, and corresponded with her more often over the 30+ years than anybody else from that school, I think. I have talked with Jeff W. once or twice and seen Jeff V. (another member of the class) once.
The end of the evening was a bit awkward, I thought - folks not quite wanting to bring a close to the night, while knowing that they would have to. We took our leave before the other attendees, but the restaurant had closed a while before even we left, and the rest of the place was empty.
I do wonder about some of the other folks, whom I did not get to see. Do I wonder enough to go finding them? Probably not. Not most of them.
I suppose it didn't help that the 'organizing' of the event was closer to my standards of organizing than not! "I called Susan earlier today... I suppose I should have called her last week," noted the chief planner about one who couldn't make it.
Two of the folks there got to the school the year after I left, so I didn;t know them. One of them brought his wife, also, and I didn't know her. But I knew the other three folks. One of the, Hilary C., I had known most of my life, as her folks and mine were friends for year and years... Another, Jeff W., I had known less long, but his dad was my mom's former boss. The last, Cindy S., I knew only during the three years of Derryfield.
Jeff is a math teacher, and by the sounds of it, a passionate one. More, I guess, I would say that he teaches students, and math is what he teaches, along with self-respect, hope, and other nifty things.
Cindy is a judge. Having never been before her court, I have no idea what sort of a judge she is, other than my sense of her as a person. That said, I am hoping she will come play at BIQ in April, because she feels like a genuine person - and one of hard-won personal integrity.
Hilary is a clown. Not a Bozo clown, but a theatrical clown - of manners and style and show, but not all gaudy. She wears color as a personal attribute rather than a physical adornment. She possesses and applies a keen and piercing wit, the likes of which folks tend to wish to avoid, but enjoy when it is on their side. She is pretty clear on what she likes and doesn't - and others around her will be left with little doubt as well. I would not call her kind, but she certainly is not mealy-mouthed!
She was one of the folks from that first school with whom I kept a small degree of contact. I have seen her, talked with her, and corresponded with her more often over the 30+ years than anybody else from that school, I think. I have talked with Jeff W. once or twice and seen Jeff V. (another member of the class) once.
The end of the evening was a bit awkward, I thought - folks not quite wanting to bring a close to the night, while knowing that they would have to. We took our leave before the other attendees, but the restaurant had closed a while before even we left, and the rest of the place was empty.
I do wonder about some of the other folks, whom I did not get to see. Do I wonder enough to go finding them? Probably not. Not most of them.
