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Newsletter 14
May 20th , 2014
Dear Fellow Classmates,
It is hard to believe that the reunion weekend has come and gone.
Judging by emails received by committee members, the reunion was a
great success. I received a number of emails from people who were
skeptical and almost did not attend but came and had a great time. Many
said it exceeded their expectations. One person actually read my
greetings in the reunion booklet (it is the first page of the booklet)
and realized, as I did, that though many of us only had only a small
number of friends, we had a lot of interesting people in our class we
previously did not know, with whom we shared a common interest in and
therefore would have a great time getting to know.
There
is talk of another reunion though the timing has to be decided. Some say
it should
be in
two years because they had such a good time they miss each other already;
others
say three years, because two years is too soon; others say
four years because that will then be 50 years from when we
graduated Others say five years because that is when the
majority of us turn 70 and still others say 6 years because that is when
we will finish eating the left over pizza and desserts. Personally
I vote for four years. I will keep the database going (and
hopefully growing) and Bill Schabas will continue administering the blog.
No matter when the next reunion is, everyone can start looking now for
the 120 classmates we did not find for this reunion.
But there is still a lot of unfinished business with this reunion,
which is discussed in this newsletter. Janet Toppin Swann’s slide show is
now posted to www.youtube.com,
some pictures are on line and I am reprinting the speeches,
all so those who could not attend the reunion can see what it was
like and those that were there can relive the moments.
But first some bios which are still being accepted ( and expected
) though not sure when they will be printed in a newsletter.
BIOS
I must again apologize to Lesley Jo Gross for inadvertently not
having her bio in a newsletter or the Bio Booklet though I had it on the
blog. So here is her bio along with Les Tabor’s who was a last minute
submission ( the day of the reunion) and he was a last minute show
to the reunion, but he had a great time . I am sorry to advise that
one of our classmates, Jeff Plewman just recently passed away.
Please print out the bios and add them to your Bio booklet which I
assume is sitting on your coffee table for all your friends and family to
read.
Lesley Gross (Binstock Offman )
Let me start by saying that I really loved my five years at NTCI.
I thought it was a great school, with a terrific mix of students.
After getting unconditional acceptance to U of T and York, I
decided to go to Western, which would not grant me automatic acceptance
because I failed 1st term grade 12 math. This despite the fact that I had
applied to study English and Journalism!
At the reunion in 2012, many of you mentioned that you remembered
me going steady ( when was the last time you heard that
expression?) during high school. We broke up in grade 12, and I then
started dating Morley Binstock, who I knew from Oriole Park Public
School.
In 1969, I left Western, married Morley, and enrolled in a Fashion
Arts course, hoping to eventually become a Fashion journalist.
After graduation, I worked for several years for Dylex and Town
and Country. And, as well, started volunteering at the Elizabeth Fry
Society, which helps women in trouble with the law. (Do any of you
remember the fact that my father was one of only three Jewish Mounties
during the war?) I spent 8 years as a volunteer there, the last 3 years
as their youngest Board member. Because of my involvement, I enrolled in
a criminology course at U of T.
Morley and I had three sons. After the first was born in 1975, I
fell into a wonderful life balance that I called - a little wifeing, a
little mothering, a little (very little) housekeeping, a little working,
and a little charity work. All together they kept me very happily busy
until 1991. After twenty-one and-a-half years of marriage, Morley died of
cancer at the age of 43. Our children were 8, 11, and 15.
For the sake of my children, I was determined not to succumb to
the overwhelming grief I was feeling. I didn't want them to feel they had
lost both parents.
As many of you know, you don't "get over" great loss,
you just get used to your new reality, and with time, that is what
happened.
In 1994 I married Allan Offman. At that time he had a married
daughter and an unmarried son. We have now been married over 19 years,
and in that time my step son married, as did my eldest son. Between 1998
and 2012 we have been blessed with 5 grandchildren. My 2 youngest sons,
34 and 31, are still unmarried, but the youngest is in a serious
relationship. Here's hoping!
Although I have had a variety of interesting jobs, and co-owned
two businesses, other than family and friendships, the most rewarding
endeavours in my life have come from the many volunteer and board
positions I have held in a variety of charities and institutions. Through
these organizations I have met many people I would otherwise have never
known, and travelled to places I may never have been, including many
cities across Canada, the United States, Israel, Russia and China. Both
my personal growth and values have been shaped and molded by these
experiences.
In closing I want to mention my dear friend Marsha Kagan (Storm).
We met in 1956 on the first day of grade 2 at Oriole Park Public School,
and spent 2 years at NTCI together, before she moved at the end of grade
10. Our friendship continues to this day. She and I will be attending all
the reunion events together.
Looking forward to seeing everyone in May. We have at least 5
years of memories to share.
Les
Tabor
Sorry
about the timing but today as back in 68 I was always a pro at
procrastinating. So here goes--- Thanks to the guidance teacher at
NT(I think his name was Mr. Morton but I could be hallucinating) he said
best opportunities were either computers or polymers(plastics).
So
having chosen polymers, U of T lied to me as they never offered the
proposed polymer course so Ryerson got me. Like someone else wrote in his
bio, cards, table tennis (yes competitive ping pong) & the
Imperial pub saw far too much of me.
On
graduating I started as assistant chemist at Toronto's largest toy
company. In 6yrs I went through chief chemist etc
until I was manager responsible for 300+ people making rubber duckies
etc.
As
proud as I was with my 6 year progress I found out from sales guys
calling on me that I was working my tail off for less money than these
junior sales flunkies were making. When one of my suppliers
approached me to offer a sales job I jumped at the opportunity. This was
Canada Colors & Chemicals (the largest Canadian owned
chemicals/plastics distributor). So I sold plastics, the raw
material to all plastic companies throughout Canada for the manufacturing
of auto parts, house siding, food containers, garbage bags etc etc.
After
a few other positions & 35yrs I retired in 2007 as sales
manager & now spend my time golfing, curling & travelling
with Karen my wife for 35-40yrs (god I hope she doesn't see this).
ps1--Yup we decided to be kidless (but you never know, we may change our
minds) And yes we still live in Toronto near 401 & Yonge.
ps2--If
you're golfing at Royal Woodbine(near airport) move your butt
as the mean marshal there could be me.
Jeff
Plewman
Jeff Plewman was only in our class in our graduating year. He was
a successful musician known as Nash the Flash. I could not find contact
information to invite him to the reunion but I did have a bio for him
with links to his very interesting web site. But now would like to print
part of what was written about him when he passed away.
“Jeff Plewman, the musician behind
the experimental rock persona Nash the Slash and the band FM, has died at
age 66.
Nash the Slash was a mainstay in Toronto live music clubs throughout
the 1970s and 1980s. He was known internationally after a
world tour with Gary Numan and Iggy Pop and had opened up
for the Who. Before performing as Nash the
Slash, Plewman played in the prog-rock band FM in
the 1970s.
Nash the Slash appeared on stage
in a black tuxedo, top hat, dark sunglasses and wrapped in bandages. It
would become his signature look. His bandaged appearance from
1979 onward prompted many questions about his mysterious identity.
He started the independent record
label Cut-Throat Records, which he used to release his own music. Among
his albums was Decomposing, which he claimed could be listened to at any
speed, and Bedside Companion, which he said was the first record out of
Toronto to use a drum machine.
His biggest hit was Dead Man's
Curve, a cover of a Jan and Dean song. “
REUNION WEEKEND
MAY 2,3 2014
Reunion Booklet
http://www.mediafire.com/view/fggt17g4jk6h23k/Reunion_Handout_.pdf is a copy on the blog of the Reunion Booklet handed out to those
who attended the reunion. It contains greeting from myself, the
principal of N.T.C.I. and the co-chair of the North Toronto Foundation,
as well as an updated list of who attended, maps to the house parties and
the words to the school song.
Janet Toppin Swann’s Slide show
You can find Janet Toppin Swann’s excellent slide show that
ran through out Memory Mingle by going to www.youtube.com and
search NTCI 1968 Class Reunion or go to our reunion blog where it is
linked from there. You can also try this direct link
Photographs
Fortunately Doug
Gammage had the good idea of hiring a student photographer because so
far, besides me, and I did not take as many pictures as I would have
liked, only Martin Hart, has sent photos to me , because justifiably
people were too busy talking to people. Hopefully more pictures are
out there and will added to my flickr account .
Please send me your
photos and I’ll put them on my flickr page .
Reunion Speeches
The following speeches were given at Memory Mingle in the order
they were given (otherwise I would not have put mine first).
Laurie Pascoe’s Speech
Now that you have had the pizza you have to pay the price and
listen to a few short speeches.
My name is Laurie Pascoe, yes the guy who has been harassing many
of you to come to the reunion, to find your fellow classmates and to
write your bios.
I would like to welcome you all to the first North Toronto Class
of 1968 Reunion and I thank you all very much for coming.
I would like to specially thank and quickly name those who made
the effort to come long distances to be here, which I have arbitrarily
have decided is outside southern Ontario.
From the United States of America we have Mike Guinness from Ohio
and Paul Jannimagi from Rochester New York. From western Ontario,
Thunder Bay has sent their city solicitor Nadia Koltun.
From Eastern Ontario, we have Alex Sandy Sellers from Kingston,
from Barry’s Bay we have resurrected David Coombs David was
listed as being dead at the last reunion so it is pretty amazing we have
him here today . From Carleton Place we have former Member of
Parliament and liberal leadership candidate Tom Wappel, from Deep
River we have Ted Clifford and from your nation’s
capital, Ottawa, where we spend your tax dollars wisely
we have Martin Hart and myself.
From western Canada we have from Alberta Anne Galbraith
Lowenberg, from Calgary and Liz Ingram from Edmonton and from
Victoria, British Columbia we have Jane Wolfraim Mears. But the
winners of the farthest from the stadium contest are Bill Schabas and
Joan Dewhurst who came all the way from the motherland, that’s England ,
to be here this weekend.
I would also like to point out the teachers who have come
tonight We have my grade 9 music teacher Mr Douglass
Couke , my grade 10 English teacher, Mr. Robert Nicholson -
yes I was in your class Mr.Nicholson. We have my grade 11 and
grade 13 math B teacher Mr. Peter Broughton and
also attending is Mr. Lorne Smith who taught me Grade 13A
math . We have geography teachers Mr. David McCullough and
Mr. Lynn McMurray whom I did not have the pleasure of having . It
should be acknowledged that Mr. Mc Muarray started his teaching career
the same year our class started high school and was the home room teacher
of 9D.
It takes a village to put on a reunion so I, on behalf of all of
us would like to thank a number of people.
Firstly, I want to thank my fellow members of the organizing
committee and the people in charge of Memory Mingle -
being Carolyn Born Kennedy, Janet MacDonald Bowler and Ruth Rosen
Levkoe. They did a great job though not sure they ordered
enough food. And also working on memory Mingle was Janet Toppin Swann who
put together the slide show and Anu Pettai Marley who
co-ordinated with the school and the music department and
made sure we found the room. Anu had an in as she also taught at
NTCI.
I would like to thank, all the people who volunteered to set up
and clean up Memory Mingle, people who baked, those who are taking
pictures, manning the registration table, and selling raffle tickets
- which are still available until the draw tomorrow at supper.
We thank Bill Humber and Doug Gammage and their respective spouses
Cathie and Lea for opening their homes and hosting the house
parties tonight at Bill’s and tomorrow at Doug’s . And at Bill’s house
tonight we will be entertained by our classmate Warner Clarke and also by
talented young singer/songwriter Noah Pascoe. If he issues a CD please
buy it so he does not move back home.
Talking about Pascoes I would like to thank my wife Carol for
putting up with my many reunion stories and my spending so much time
working on this reunion. She also edited a number of newsletters.
She made me take out a few lines here and there – as she likes to point
out, not everyone appreciates my sense of humour. She also baked a
lot for tonight – I especially suggest you try her date squares.
I would like thank Doug Campbell for leading the historical walk
tomorrow morning. Please sign up with Doug so he knows how many
people to expect. And I would like to thank Jan Wolfrain
Mears who started the database for the 100th Reunion and who
actively looked for classmates.
And lastly I would vey much like to thank Bill Schabas , for
setting up and administering the great reunion
blog we have.
Bill is keeping the blog open so we can post comments and pictures
of the events of this weekend. We will still accept more bios because a
few of you have still not yet done your homework and sent in a bio. Or
you wrote very short bios that you may want to expand upon after this
weekend
I noticed one of our student council presidents, Garth Drabinsky
only wrote two short sentences – Garth you may want to
add to your bio, otherwise how would we possibly know
what you have been doing since high school. Then there
is Mike Guinness – our other student counsel president – Mike, I
don’t think you need to enlarge on your bio.
That is my lead in, to introduce from our class, which was so
outstanding that we had -not one, but two great student council
presidents – Mike Guinness and Garth Drabinsky - they will say a
few words .
Mike Guinness’s Speech
Hello everyone. Our reunion day is finally here!
First, we owe many thanks to Laurie Pascoe for thinking of this
reunion two years ago, for putting this all together for us today, and
for making us do our bios while we are still able to do them. Thanks also
to the many people nearby who have been essential in this endeavor.
I feel lucky to be with you today. Lucky to be 64 and still able
to get this far! I wish that we could have been able to meet in our old
school but this new school is built on the same site and is still
called North Toronto Collegiate Institute . This is good and
reassuring and that field outside is wonderful and finally regulation
size
So, this is the 50th anniversary of our year in grade 9.Back
then probably no one was imagining 50 years into the future to
a day
Like this. However, this anniversary has prompted me to think back
to my first day, our first day at North Toronto.. I can clearly recall
two events of that day first ; an awesome start to our home
room geography class ( 9D ) with Mr. McMurray. It was
also his first day at North Toronto , his first year as a teacher
with a lasting impact on my life. Second, I remember Sid Reynolds
measuring the boys in our first gym class that day. I had known Sid from
years earlier at Camp PineCrest where I was so little that
he often carried me around the camp on his shoulders threatening
to throw me in the lake or to blow cigar smoke in my face. Now, in the
gym class, he was measuring weight and height and shaking his head. He
measured me at 95 pounds and 4 feet, eleven inches tall officially
making me the smallest boy in the school. ( On another day John Tafts was
found to be 4 feet , 9 inches but I never knew that )
From that day onward up to and including today , I
have looked up to you , to everyone here , and to others not
here , as being the smartest, brightest , most talented , creative , most
fun loving class I have ever been in- and I have been in a lot of classes
!
Our parents may have helped in this Maybe genetics played a
role. Possibly the 1960's inspired us-still my favorite decade.
N.T.C.I. had an amazing tradition of achievement. Our school had
more Ontario Scholarship winners than any other school in the province
and we continued that tradition even if we did not write those final
exams in grade 13. Each year we had numerous championship sports teams
and we won many music awards throughout the city.
Our Principal, Mr Page, probably energized us toward these
achievements . He was so focused on excellence About 20 years
later, I read a book called: " In Search of Excellence " and it
looked like Mr Page could have written half of it .
Now some of our class did not exactly fit into Mr Page's framework
or philosophy. I recall some tensions in this regard particularly in the
spring of 1966. However, if this was the case , your bios show that you
used your talents to develop exciting fulfilling careers contributing so
much for so many. I can think of the bios for Liz Ingram, John Kennedy,
so lovingly crafted by Carolyn, Bill Humber ,Bill Schabas and many
others. I think you know who you are and I hope you know what I mean when
I say that you used your talents so wisely, so nicely.
Possibly by conscious recruitment, or by general gravitational
attraction toward excellence, North Toronto assembled the greatest team
of teachers, ever! Some of them are here tonight actually eager to be
with us! We may not have known at the time, how lucky we were to have
been in your classes but tonight we have the opportunity to thank you so
much for being so dedicated, so inspirational in your teaching and
mentoring.
Finally for all of us here tonight, I would like to
establish three resolutions They are easy and I think you can agree
with me:
1) Let's stay as healthy as we can
2) So that we can " live long and prosper"
3) So that we can meet again like this, in a few more years.
Thank you.
Garth Drabinsky’s Speech
Between
1989 and 1994, I wrote an autobiography – the story of my tumultuous
life, with its share of trauma, comedy, passion, adventure, romance,
conflict resolution, deep emotional pain and adversity, and from time to
time – triumph.
Needless
to say the nearly twenty intervening years and events would have shaped
my story quite differently. But, these are a few selected extracts
from that book pertaining to why we are here to celebrate tonight.
****
My school
years were among the happiest of my life. I graduated near the top
of my class at Allenby and then moved to North Toronto Collegiate, a
school with one of the city’s highest academic standards.
At
first I was filled with dread. New faces, new teachers, the
unexpected. The other kids’ reaction to my limp. And I would
be one of maybe a hundred Jews in a student body of twelve hundred.
However,
I remember only good things about North Toronto.
****
It was
Grade 9, when I wandered into a Grade 13 drama group rehearsing Moliere’s
The Imaginary Invalid, that I found myself. I knew right away I
wanted to be part of this.
It was
a moment of genuine epiphany. I loved it at once. To this
day, it’s the warmth that excites me. Making theatre is intimate
and involving. The smell, the sights. The community of players, the
egos, the magical pretense, the chameleon-like nature of the theatre, the
chance to lose oneself in character and story, everything.
The
same year, Grade 9, I heard that auditions were being held at school for
Inherit the Wind. I saw myself playing Clarence Darrow, destroying
the forces of ignorance and intolerance as represented by William
Jennings Bryan. But with my limp, I knew I’d be lucky even to get
on stage. And I was lucky – I managed to get a bit part on the
jury. To me, it didn’t matter how small, how inconsequential the
part, I was hooked. Just putting on make-up, listening to the
audience, watching the people react to the actors was an exhilarating
experience.
The
first years of the sixties felt filled with promise and the possibilities
seemed endless. The shackles had come off – almost literally in my
case, for I was finished with hospitals. I was into my teens.
It was the time of Phil Spector. The music of the Beatles echoed in
my head.
****
The
high point of my school career was when I was elected president of the
student council. Remember, this was 1967, when the assassination of
John Kennedy was still thought of as having happened only
yesterday. Selma, Alabama, was becoming a code word for the
struggle for civil rights; it was the time of Martin Luther King Jr.,
folk music, and fervent protest; Vietnam was already a lightning rod of
high emotion; and student unrest was starting to manifest itself across
North America.
At the
school’s seventy-fifth anniversary a few years ago, I made a
soul-stirring speech about what the school meant to me. It gave me
a life, I said. It filled up all the empty corners, it made me see
I could be an achiever, it gave me friendships and made me feel whole.
But
was it perfect? No. Why not? In a word --- Girls.
****
I am
profoundly saddened that the lives of too many of our fellow graduates
did not reach this remarkable evening. However, as we begin to
enter maybe the last quarter of all our indelible days, I urge all of you
never to quit on life – refuse to yield and always believe there is
inspiration in that.
In the
immortal words of Robert Browning:
“I was ever a fighter, so one fight more
the best and the last. I would hate that death bandaged my eyes and
forbore, And bade me creep past.”
Editor’s Note: I told Garth after he
delivered his speech that I was one of the four people who bought his
book but he claims it sold thousands of copies. I complained that he
mentioned Fred Fruitman in his book but not me even though we lived close
by, were in Kindergarten together and went to camp together. He promised
in his next autobiography there would be a chapter entitled “The
Pascoes”.
Ruth Rosen Levkoe’s Speech
Good evening everyone,
I can’t tell you how delighted I am to be here reconnecting and
visiting with really good friends. It’s been such a pleasure reading the
life stories of many of my former classmates and especially seeing many
in person.
Before the formal part of this Memory Mingle concludes here in
this room, I want to clarify the Raffle idea and the process. Most of you
purchased these double tickets.
As a committee, under the very competent leadership of Carolyn
Born-Kennedy, we decided to provide a light supper and are very grateful
to those people who baked, cooked and even purchased goodies.
However, we did have some expenses as we bought some food items,
serving utensils, drinks etc. Carolyn paid for all of these and we’re
hoping the proceeds from our 50/50 or 70/30 will not only cover Carolyn’s
credit card, but allow some lucky graduate (or teacher) to win a cash
prize.
We will draw the winning ticket Saturday evening, in a fair
manner, and post the winning number on our blog or contact the winner if
we have that information on our sheets. Stay tuned to the blog for
that… Meanwhile…you can still purchase tickets or buy some more up
until Saturday night at our second house party.
While I have your attention, I also want to thank a few key people
for putting this wonderful Reunion together:
Carolyn—who was our terrific Chairperson (and banker)and thought
of everything
Anu –our school contact who took care of so many internal issues
Janet Mc-the supreme organizer and details person
Janet T-who took on the technical aspect of putting together the
slide show and did a marvelous job
Bill and Doug who will open their homes to us
Bill Schabas who created and maintained the amazing blog
All the food contributors …
And of course the one and only, Laurie Pascoe. Not only is he
working full time as a lawyer, but he must have devoted hundreds of hours
on this project. Thank goodness he is not billing us for his time!
I don’t know how Laurie did it—his sleuthing skills are
incredible…using social media, the old fashioned telephone, contacting
associates, he tracked down most of us on his own. He was relentless in
convincing us to attend and even more aggressive, dare I say bullying, in
getting those bios from us.
He became our micro-manager throughout all our sub-committee
meetings and I say that in an affectionate way. My inbox was filled with
Laurie emails daily.
But he did it – he pulled it off.
And I know I speak for all of you in thanking Laurie for this
amazing opportunity to reconnect with dear friends and reflect on our
formative high school years.
I hope everyone enjoys the rest of the weekend.
SCHOOL SONG
I inserted the words to the school song in the reunion booklet so
when we sang it after the speeches we would get the words right.
But the trumpeters we hired to play the school song started that famous
opening before I had a chance to mention that everyone should turn to the
last page of the reunion booklet.
Here is a link to the NTCI choir singing the school song to hear
what it is suppose to sound like - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxXJt0OOsWc . But
that rendition did not have the great cheer eaders we had after we sang
the school song.
REQUESTS FOR YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE REUNION
Though a number of you have written me and other committee members
with some personal comments about the reunion I would ask that you send
me comments that I have permission to put in a newsletter or you can
directly just post your comments to our blog. Below is an unedited
comment from Bill Humber which he did send directly to our blog for
posting. Editor’s Note: I did not pay Bill to write his comments.
by Bill Humber
To a list of insiders, outliers, rebels, entrepreneurs, lawyers,
farmers, engineers, dreamers, academics, impresarios, doctors, survivors,
thinkers, moms, pops, grandmas, grandpas, wanderers, dancers, debutantes,
gardeners, athletes, politicians, entertainers, linguists, historians,
and especially the brave, the humble, and sadly, those departed, from the
North Toronto class of '68 and those close in time, let's add a new
category – choreographer.
Laurie Pascoe has set a high bar for cheerleading, herding cats,
and light footed appearances everywhere. Those of us who contributed in
some small way to this merry challenge to the gods of time and energy
(didn't we study them in a 9th grade Four Ages of Man class?) bow
respectfully for the dazzling performance of the indomitable LP and his
thought that not only would we share our stories to date, but that many
of us would meet in marvelous supplication to an idea. You did it man! –
If that's not too "sixties speak".
For the organizers of Friday's gathering at North Toronto CI in a
building no longer familiar, there are still just enough small touches of
what was once there to spark a poignant laugh or tear, as well as
teachers who could have been mistaken for our classmates (do they age
better than students?).
For those of us who threw open our homes, we did so knowing the
damage once potentially wreaked by 18 year olds was long past the
delivery date of this crowd.
For a wondrous walking tour through the old berg and a chance for
storytellers to shine and for another to show us the rock on which she
sat as a young person just to think and dream.
For everything in short that made the weekend's events something
to be relished and maybe, just maybe, a foundation to mount further
indulgences of sweet memory and laughter.
Well done all.
Laurie has asked for more of our experiences. Bill Schabas has
promised to keep the blog alive. Carolyn Born Kennedy had enough leftover
pizza for many future gatherings. So if you haven't sent a bio, but even
for those who wish to update theirs, get clicking. Some have more to say
– no names here, you know who you are! Some have given their all and can
take a rest – once again you know who you are!
And for those who missed the weekend perhaps because of distance,
other commitments, or you're still shy (after all these years?) make sure
you're prepared for the next one of these because I can tell you now you
will be delighted, overwhelmed, and amazed in large, small and pleasing
ways by the lives of your compatriots from times long ago and now shaped
at least somewhat by a kind of wisdom, humour, and, occasionally, an
unexpected insight.
One disappointment however. Our rousing cheerleaders (you know who
you are) on Friday night did a spirited rendition of the old school song.
But where were the pyramids, the cartwheels and especially the splits? Ah
well perhaps age does claim some talents and bravery, and the sight of
EMS personnel carting off those whose imagination exceeded their ability
to deliver would have put a real damper on the evening. So you're
excused, and so are those who couldn't make it, and those yet to submit
their stories – but be forewarned you won't want to miss a second
opportunity. Everything, but the splits, is promised.
Conclusion
So I hope to hear from you with your comments on this past
reunion, thoughts about the next reunion date and format and photos from
this reunion. And of course if you still have not done your bio –
send it to me – it will be put on the blog and eventually a newsletter,
which will be infrequent the next few years. I also want your promise to
look at that database and go get people who still have not been found.
Maybe you know a relative of that person that could help you, or some
lead that could discover their whereabouts. There were a number of
people who could not make it to this reunion though had intentions to
come. So the next reunion could have a whole new addition of people
if we all look harder.
- Laurie Pascoe
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