I am sounding like a broken record but, again, sorry for the lack of contact. Real life has a way of getting in the way of my writing life. One recent event was my husband's high school reunion. When such events are organized there are a variety of reactions. Many folks have no desire to see anyone from that period of their lives. Others, such as the organizing committee at St. Pete's in Peterborough, work for a year because it is so important to them. I was so impressed with their effort that I sent them this letter.
1965 A group of grade nines |
Thanks for the Memories
I didn’t attend St. Peters High School. However, on Friday,
October 11th, there I was, along with about a thousand other people,
crowding into the current building on Medical Drive as St. Pete’s celebrated
its 100th anniversary. I was there with my husband, Patrick and my mother in law, Rita. Pat attended St Pete’s from
1965 to 1970.
When we arrived from Ottawa on Friday afternoon, Rita
expressed misgivings about attending the event. At eighty-eight, she didn’t
think she would know many there. We convinced her to come along and it took her
all of three seconds to meet someone she knew. I turned around and there she
was, hugging an old friend. The entire evening went that way. It was virtually
impossible to go more than five feet in the main foyer without her meeting yet
another relative, friend or neighbour. Although I did not attend St Pete's, it
gave me great pleasure to simply witness her and Pat’s enjoyment of the entire
evening. When we told Rita that there was a pub at St. Anne’s parish hall,
starting at ten pm, she needed no convincing, so off we went for more socializing.
The sentiment expressed over and over again that weekend was
that this reunion at St Peters was simply a wonderful opportunity to visit with
people that you might not have seen for a long time and may never see again.
While we were in the sixties room, taking in the displays and listening to the
great singing, someone looked around at the crowd and remarked that in twenty-five
years, most of the people in that room would be dead. Sad but true; life is
fleeting. Why not take any chance we have to visit at a celebration, rather
than at a funeral home?
I never expected to see anyone from my past at St Pete's.
After all, I grew up in Ottawa. What a happy surprise to see Jim and Sharon O. there! Although Pat originally knew them from
Peterborough, I remember them as the wonderful couple who befriended us when we
lived in Exeter, Ontario in the 70’s.
So, to the organizers who worked for a year to put together
this reunion weekend, thank you. The level of organization was very impressive.
The parking lot attendants, the current high school student volunteers, the
welcoming area, the refreshments, the outstanding displays in the foyer and decade
rooms...these all contributed to our enjoyment. Of course the two-sided name
tags, complete with graduation dates, were very handy as folks with faulty
memories looked first at the face before glancing down to the name tag for
confirmation. There were athletic events on Saturday afternoon, a mass in the
morning and a dance to finish it all off. I can’t imagine how many hours of work went into such a
massive celebration.
The success of such an event can be measured in many ways:
by the number of people who had pre-registered by Friday night, by the number
of walk in registrations at the door, or by the number of people who attended
the various events. In my view the success of the St Pete’s reunion is best
measured by the smiles of recognition, the heartfelt hugs, and the long conversations
as people reminisced. Perhaps Rita said it best when she
pronounced it one of the best events ever held in Peterborough. I’ll always
remember the end of the dance and the three of us dancing together, while
singing along enthusiastically to
“Wasn’t that a party?!” Thank you to the organizing committee
for the happiness and new memories that you created for so many people.
"A white sports coat, and a pink carnation" One of the many displays at the reunion! |
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