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PROFILE UPDATES


•   Laura Bollenbacher (Hubbard)  2/7
•   Susan Ronan (Snodgrass)  1/24
•   Ronald Weiland  1/21
•   Star Hanck (Bellei)  1/19
•   Janet Hitchcock (Mills)  12/27
•   Jennifer Dubach (Duskey)  10/13
•   Fred Phillips  10/13
•   Michael Abelson  10/12
•   John Scornavacco  10/12
•   Valorie Rossman (Castelli)  10/12
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WHERE WE LIVE


Who lives where - click links below to find out.

3 live in Alabama
1 lives in Alaska
16 live in Arizona
1 lives in Arkansas
34 live in California
7 live in Colorado
1 lives in Connecticut
29 live in Florida
4 live in Georgia
1 lives in Guam
1 lives in Hawaii
4 live in Idaho
100 live in Illinois
3 live in Indiana
1 lives in Kansas
1 lives in Louisiana
1 lives in Maine
8 live in Maryland
5 live in Massachusetts
7 live in Michigan
3 live in Minnesota
2 live in Mississippi
2 live in Missouri
1 lives in Montana
2 live in Nevada
2 live in New Hampshire
4 live in New Jersey
3 live in New Mexico
8 live in New York
6 live in North Carolina
5 live in Ohio
1 lives in Oklahoma
3 live in Oregon
5 live in Pennsylvania
1 lives in Rhode Island
1 lives in South Carolina
3 live in Tennessee
9 live in Texas
1 lives in Utah
4 live in Virginia
3 live in Washington
10 live in Wisconsin
1 lives in Israel
1 lives in Mexico
1 lives in Switzerland
10 location unknown

MISSING CLASSMATES


Know the email address of a missing Classmate? Click here to contact them!

Back in 1959 we all had a faint glimmering of our future, but never could we imagine staying in touch without postage or telephone. Yet here we are, unified as a high-school class by electrons and waves passing through the air – a phenomenon beyond our wildest teen-age imaginations.

This website is providing a combination of memories, warm wishes, and plain old information. The site draws its strength, naturally, from face-to-face meetings and phone conversations. Until we meet in person at our next reunion, we need to keep the site up to date.

We need a constant flow of new data—address changes, retirement plans, photos of grandchildren—to keep the site current and fresh. That will give all of us an impetus to visit the site regularly to see what’s new. And some class members still haven’t written their profiles or uploaded photos, so we need to urge our friends to do so.

Let’s keep working at it!

ANNOUNCEMENTS

Happy 2018 to everyone.

Thanks to those of you who responded to our survey for the 6oth Reunion. We received 75 responses and all were positive. With that data and your comments in hand, the Reunion Committee has chosen September 13- September 15  2019 as the dates for the reunion and investigations have begun to determine events and venues.

The next scheduled meeting is at 2:30 on Tuesday,May 1st at Julie Deutsch's house,637 Homewood Ct.,H.P.



THE WAY THINGS WERE IN THE 50'S

Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,
Before the days of Dylan, or the dawn of Camelot.
There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me.
 
For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,
Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn.
 
We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince,
Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one's seen him since.

We danced to 'Little Darlin,' and sang to 'Stagger Lee'
And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many,
And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.

And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see
A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice,
And when they made a movie, they never made it twice..
 
We didn't have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three,
Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp,
And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp.
 
We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T,
And Oprah couldn't talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me. 
 
We had our share of heroes, we never thought they'd go,
At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe.

For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,
And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
We'd never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,
And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson , and Zeppelins were not Led.

And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees,
Madonna was Mary, in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
We'd never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars,
And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars.
 

And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and 'gay' meant fancy-free,
And dorms were never co-Ed in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
We hadn't seen enough of jets to talk about the lag,
And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag.

And hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea,
And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me.

T-Birds came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks,
And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks
 
And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee,
And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues,
We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea,
Or prime-time ads for those 'dysfunctions' in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill,
And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill
 
And middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three,
And ancient were our parents, in the Land That Made Me, Me. 
 
But all things have a season, or so we've heard them say,
And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A.

They send us invitations, to join AARP,
We've come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me, Me
 
So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans,
And wonder why they're using smaller print in magazines.

And we tell our children's children of the way it used to be,
Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me. 

If you didn't grow up in the fifties,
You missed the greatest time in history,
Hope you enjoyed this read as much as I did.

Received as an email - author unknown. I thought it was worth sharing.

Michael Addison