DAY 32: My First-ever Class Reunion
Saturday July 22nd: Our reunion took place at Catherine Park near Odessa, where about 105 of us went to high school together. Odessa-Montour Central School, more often known as OMCS, was our educational and social center for those four years (1962-66). A few of us hadn't seen each other since; others were "nice that we have reunions, so we get to see our neighbors."I awoke to thunder, lightning, and a steady rain at 7:30 a.m., but by late morning we momentarily had hopes it would all clear up. That never quite happened. So we gathered close around the picnic tables, undercover, and spent the afternoon chatting, hugging, eating, knocking mosquitos off each other, and just generally getting reacquainted. I think, counting spouses, there may have been 35 or so in attendance.

Here's a view of most of the group, minus the few who'd already disappeared. (Click to enlarge for a better view.) Blaine and I had always said "I'll go if you do"-- and this was the year we called each other's bluff. We both had a great time-- and he was surprisingly chatty, I thought! Although each of us found some good buddies there, many present were folks we hadn't known too well. Between getting acquainted and getting reacquainted, we spent a long afternoon together.
Some people change a lot, others less, but let’s face it—we have all changed, all been through a lifetime of stories. What’s fun is that when you stop and look (and listen!) you find the person you once knew… Here’s a picture (courtesy Daryl) of Priscilla, Daryl, and I… buddies in high school and now reconnected to be buddies again.

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