Class of 1967 - reflections on a reunion
I write this sitting in a Starbucks near my home, having driven the 158 miles from Haverford College late morning.
The formal part of the reunion, the 45th of our class, ended with dinner last night, that coming after several other events
- one of our lass getting an award for helping the College in fundraising
- having a session with a number of faculty members from our time at Haverford, only one of which is still teaching
- getting together with the parallel class at Bryn Mawr (there were a number of marriages, and in some cases, subsequent divorces, between the two classes)
- a reception and then the class dinner.
Throughout the weekend there were conversations, and reflections.
And at dinner, some people got up and offered some thoughts, no one being required to speak, but more than a dozen of us did, in some cases continuing the reflections from our session with the faculty earlier that day. It ended as it usually does, singing a couple of songs, for us traditional - So Long, It's Been Good to Know You, and Irene, Goodnight - after all, our time in college overlapped with the folk revival, and more than a few of us played and sang then, and some still do.
Those of us still on campus filled a long table for brunch this morning, with conversation still continuing.
As I drove home, and since I arrived, my mind has been reflecting on the weekend.
The formal part of the reunion, the 45th of our class, ended with dinner last night, that coming after several other events
- one of our lass getting an award for helping the College in fundraising
- having a session with a number of faculty members from our time at Haverford, only one of which is still teaching
- getting together with the parallel class at Bryn Mawr (there were a number of marriages, and in some cases, subsequent divorces, between the two classes)
- a reception and then the class dinner.
Throughout the weekend there were conversations, and reflections.
And at dinner, some people got up and offered some thoughts, no one being required to speak, but more than a dozen of us did, in some cases continuing the reflections from our session with the faculty earlier that day. It ended as it usually does, singing a couple of songs, for us traditional - So Long, It's Been Good to Know You, and Irene, Goodnight - after all, our time in college overlapped with the folk revival, and more than a few of us played and sang then, and some still do.
Those of us still on campus filled a long table for brunch this morning, with conversation still continuing.
As I drove home, and since I arrived, my mind has been reflecting on the weekend.
