Is this the Birmingham you remember?
Welcome in Advance to Our 55 Year Reunion on September 22, 2018!
At our 50th Reunion we had almost 120 classmates and spouses/so attendees. The feedback was very positive and we also received some suggestions for our 55th. They asked for a few less large planned events and more flexible time for one on ones or small groups to get together. Your wish is our command!
We'll be having two group activities on Saturday September 22nd.
From 10 - 11 AM we'll do a walk around at Seaholm for those who enjoy nostalgia and would like to see the old homestead again. Park in the lot off Cranbrook and enter the building through the pool entrance for you name tag.
From 3 - 6 PM we'll all meet at Farina's Banquet Center, 2485 Coolidge in Berkley. We'll have plenty of hot and cold hors d'eouevres, an open bar, and some entertainment (two of the original Lancers will do a repeat performance.) Diner will be on your own. A list of some of the local
restaurants will be included in your invitation.
Invitations were sent out around the 1st of May. If you did not receive yours, we may not have your current address. Please e-mail Ken Pool at email@example.com with your current address and he will see you get one right away.
* Please try to send in your RSVP card and check by July 15th to assist our event planning.
* We're asking attendees to make your own hotel reservations...a list of nearby hotels is also in your invitation.
* Try to make contact with other classmates on social media...to get them to come and arrange to get together outside our larger events.
The most important thing about reunions is the opportunity to get reacquainted, catchup, and have some fun!! Hope to see you there.
Respectfully, Ken Pool, Reunion Planning Committee
John Weston Ride by John Weston
In celebration of my my third year of retirement from ministry and the fiftieth anniversary of my graduation from high school, I rode to my reunion by bicycle: 17 days from Providence, Rhode Island where I reside, to Birmingham, Michigan where I grew up—898 miles, says my little on-board trip computer. And no, this wasn’t on some $5,000 high-tech masterpiece but a good ol’ made-in-America, hybrid-tired, steel-bodied Schwinn, vintage maybe 1981. You could still deliver papers with it, as I did with its predecessor’s predecessor.
I didn’t just get up one morning and peddle out. Eighteen months ago at least I started talking to friends about biking to my reunion to friends, just as, many years before, I had talked about putting away the cigarettes. The motives were not dissimilar: I want to live till I die, and I need the expectations of others to help me do what I should. But I don’t just mean that I want to live a long, healthy, and shame-free life, though I do. More to the point, I want to be aware of the life I live while I’m living it, and in anticipation of living it, and in my memories of having lived it. Nothing differentiates periods of one’s life like different experiences. So I began training, first coasting across the flatness that is Rhode Island and then, as my strength and wind improved, humping into the Connecticut hill country, where the uphills left me in no doubt that I had a heart. A summer of biking in the Maine mountains let me know I was ready.
Friends and family ask for my reflections. “Did I blog? Did I keep a journal?” Neither of the above. When I bike, I bike. I hum, too, the tune depending on what's up. Crossing into southeast Michigan from Ontario it was a lot of, "Doo wah doo wah doo wah ditty/Talk about the boy from Detroit city." Yes I know it's "New York city" in the song, but I wasn’t riding to New York. I also talk or sing to the sheep and cows (both fans of Ray Charles’ “You Don’t Know Me”) and horses (whom I generally dislike, and who thus get “Sweetly sings the donkey, at the break of day”). To the very few dogs who stay in hot pursuit for any length of time I say sternly and with pointed finger, "Go home!" First Nations dogs in Ontario are the most tenacious, so much so that I made sure my pepper shot was at hand, though I never used it. When I'm not biking I eat or sleep--ten hours per day of the latter at least.
I will never forget this moment: It was my second day out. I was headed west across Connecticut. The woods on both sides of the road had been logged within the past few years, so there was nothing but scrawny saplings. Suddenly, without perceptible warning, the sky opened, and within seconds I was drenched. Drenched! Not a chance of putting on my rain jacket, and not a chance of its doing any good. I stopped, lay my bike on its side, and looked for shelter. There was none. What could I do? I just stood there laughing, secure in the knowledge that whatever would happen in the next couple of weeks was utterly beyond me to control.
Besure we have your current Name, Address, E-mail, Phone Number(s) and Spouse's Name (Significant other). Request an e-mail version of the Class Directory by e-mailing Kimsbateman@Comcast.net
The Directory is too expensive to print and mail.
Help by giving us your snail mail and email
addresses and those of the classmates you know. Eve
ryone is on the move and we need your help. If you are looking for a fellow classmate, please contact us. The Reunion committee has postal addresses, e-mail addresses and phone numbers for over 300 of our classmates. Information will only be given to classmates.
Contact Sue or Jack if you move or have any changes to make to the Directory, now or in the future
Sue (Irish) Hamilton