Previous Reunions

Other materials or other reunions?
Please advise Art or Joan if you have any materials from these or any other reunion.

1985 Reunion (30th)

• Naomi compiled and distributed extensive personal information submitted by 18 classmates.  The originals have been scanned and are available here as an online album.  The thumbnails are useful  only for selecting one of the 18.  They lead to scans of submitted pages that may be difficult to read, but clicking on those pages leads to hi-resolution scans that are quite readable (but these are large files, usually between 300 and 600 KB).
• If the reunion photos can be located, they will be placed online here as well.

2000 Reunion (45th)

• Doris and Joan's 11/22/2000 letter describing this reunion is here.
• If the photos are located, they will be placed online here.
• If the Meeting House report on this reunion can be located, it will be placed online here.

2003 Reunion (48th)

• Doris' 12/30/2003 letter describing this reunion is here.
• George's exquisite remembrance of this reunion is reproduced below (bold face added), and also his 9 pictures in the exact order in which he took them.  Click on any small picture to see its high-resolution (about 400KB) version.

Pete and Sandy	Jean Claude	Pete, Doris, and Sandy Klinge

Memories of Fall Weekend 2003

George Cadwell
December 3, 2003

Our reunion was warm, intimate, like close brothers and sisters coming together after long separations. Emmy, Doris and I stayed at Joan and George’s; Pete and Jean-Claude at Pete’s friend’s in Bayville, T.J. at his mom’s who is still going strong at 90 (lordy, lordy, she was already 40 when she made hamburgers for us). Woody lives in Bayville.

I arrived at Joan’s on Thursday afternoon.

That night Joan and George gave me the option, “Eat this side of beef or become a designated toy for Mr. Woofie.” After eating, came not dessert but revelation: the option was a dictum, “Eat AND be Mr. Woofie’s toy”, both good.

Next morning I walked the loop from Joan’s house down Walnut Road, then right along Forest Ave. to Locust Valley, then Piping Rock RoadDuck Pond Road and on to the Highland. It had been nearly 50 years since last I walked those roads. Cal’s was gone from the Valley but remains of the drug store were there. We bought the first issues of “Playboy” and “Mad” in the Valley stores. Not much had changed along Piping Rock Rd but the distance to FA seemed shorter. At the intersection with Duck Pond, I thought about the Sunday that William Holden and Audrey Hepburn drove along that Road during the filming of “Sabrina” and turned around in the Meeting House parking area while many of us boarders gawked from the front lawn of the FA campus. I recalled raking leaves at John Galbraith’s house and rolling and tumbling with Peggy in the ricks before we set them to smoldering. Not kind of me because John loved her, too. At the station in Glen Cove, I remembered going home on the LIRR for vacations and breaks, going with Bruce to spend weekends in Greenwich Village, going with Herb and Bruce on Sunday mornings to Youth Forum TV in Manhattan. At Highland and Walnut I was simply not able to return to Joan’s house. I was compelled to walk down Highland, past Carol Stobbe’s, to the bottom of the hill, to the site of the old movie. Rather than be late for Saturday night supper, we left before the conclusion of “Moulin Rouge (1952)”. I would not know until the advent of satellite TV how that movie ended. Joan’s daughter Katie (and Doug) own Carol Stobbe’s house now. I meant to tell them that I kissed my sweetheart in their basement.

Doris arrived at Joan’s on Friday afternoon.

Pete, his wife, Sandy, and Jean Claude came over bearing copies of “Diary of a Boy” which Pete and Jean Claude signed adding personal notes. As Pete wrote, I wondered how anyone that ugly could have attracted one as alluring and charming as Sandy. Later, Joan commented, “I recall thinking our freshman year that Pete Klinge was a remarkably good-looking specimen so I thoroughly understand Sandy's attraction.” I suppose that even in this politically correct age some opinions are based on gender although we used to say, “sex”. We discussed too rapidly to remember careers, lives, interests, an aggregate of 15 children and a legion of grandchildren. Pete was a professor at Ithaca College and Jean; director of marketing for SAS. Doris continues to help young people. Joan continues to help George who says, “After half a century, I have finally learned this business, feel comfortable with it and am, therefore, loath to retire”. To which Joan adds in a tired voice that sounds pre recorded, “Yeah, but you spend too much time there.”

Emilie and Ted rode in Friday evening.

We reminisced, dressed up a bit and went to the Headmaster’s Reception. Most of the people who were there from classes a few years either side of ours were recognizable on sight, even Will Glen, 7 years Woody’s junior, who was then in Middle School but today looks more like Woody than Woody. Pete had to go twice to his car for extra copies of the book, available for free to all interested. Later, Joan and George, Emmy and Ted, Doris, TJ and Angie and I went back to Joan’s to eat pizza, to choke during seizures induced by George and Ted telling ribald stories.

Saturday morning in Joan’s dining hall, I was showing Emmy some pictures of my family and my tree houses. Joan said, “Tom and Jack both have tree houses”. George said, “I have a client who has a really exotic tree house.” Emilie said, “Can we see them?” And so was initiated the First Annual Tour of the Tree Houses scooping by a day an article in the Sunday Times. George’s client’s house was a Hansel and Gretel ginger bread cottage set 30 feet up an 80 feet tall tree, complete with decks, landings and a dragon carved and painted into the ridge pole. Emilie and I played on a swing hung from 30-foot tethers, climbing a stump to gain elevation before pushing off. The tree house at Jack and Simina’s was made in California, the base being a hollowed oak tree, and shipped cross-country to their beautiful grounds having ponds and interconnecting waterfalls in Glen Head. It is a small and beautiful fairy tale tree house. Tom is remodeling an amazing barn, carriage house, servants’ quarters off Duck Pond Road on the former Slocum estate. His tree house is very functional with several stages of decks and a knotted rope for climbing, swinging and a fireman’s pole for quick egress. Jake, age about 8, was cleaning the tree house in anticipation of some sleep over and out friends. We captured his sister, Emmie, to ride with us.

The Tour merged directly into the Fall Fair. Emilie having breakfasted sparingly on croissants, butter, jam and a small basket of fruit was appropriately famished and selected from the first available food tables six 4X4 brownies and a half pound of light chocolate fudge to quell the uprising in her stomach. We gathered at the Alumni Tent where very nice people registered us and gave Tee shirts and “Friends Alumni” buttons. We talked with long unseen schoolmates, marveled at the changes to the campus and the continuum of the two tower architectural motif. Emilie excused herself and Ted explaining urgency to leave so to get lunch and still be timely for Ted’s Fiftieth Reunion at Rockville Center.

In the afternoon, George, John Gavin and I watched a larger and more skillful FA team than any we had known win by outstanding defensive plays a football squeaker over East Rockaway. Doris bearing an armload of treasures purchased at the Fair joined us at half time (not the half of it: she had more stowed under the bleachers). John and his wife, Robin, gave us and all of Doris’s stuff a ride back to Joan’s. Good that they drove a station wagon. (We had lost our car to Joan during the Tour to Fair merge. [I wrote “tour to fair merge” as a sort of bilingual wordplay for Jean-Claude. Now I wonder what it means.])

We read The Times, bathed, dressed, and while waiting for Joan to finish, listened to George play the piano, wonderful tunes with the sound and tempo of  “The Entertainer”. He has not played the trombone in years. It does not matter as long as there is a piano.

We met Woody at the Country Club. He is a member of a Nobel Prize Winning Team that proved the quark, “Charm”. Occasionally, Woody sails the rock bound coast of Maine with a son who lives there. More than one set of eyes turned green at this vision. Larry and Sarah are fine. Woody left before dinner.

Pete had to go out for the second night to bring more copies of the book.

We sat at a table of Doris, Pete and Sandy, Joan and George, Jean-Claude, Warren and Barbara Booth Wylie (not really our class), TJ and Angie and me. Barbara’s son visited to tell that he would assist us in the event that his parents caused any trouble. He said, “parents”; but we knew that he meant his mother. Jean Claude nodded knowingly. Angie is a charming wisp of a person having still traces of her lilting Irish accent. She sat to my right on which side my ear is simply decorative; so, feeling old but not wise, I had to turn my head like an owl when she spoke. I could not follow the threads of dinner conversation but it didn’t matter. It was warm and fuzzy to watch the animation and faces of those who could. It was a very fine dinner. I hope that the people who handle the alumni functions receive the appreciation and recognition that they deserve.

I left at 2130, walked back to Joan’s, slept until 0300, and then drove back to NC. It was sad to leave old friends so long not seen but I am happy to think that we will meet again in two years for our very own Fiftieth.

Pete, George, Doris, Joan, Jean Claude	George Hawkins	Joan and Emmy
George Hawkins, Doris, Joan, Ted Turano	Stan, Angie, TJ, George Hawkins	George Cadwell, Angie, TJ, George Hawkins

  Pete contributes this picture of himself and Jean Claude.

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