I am so grateful that my good friends Patte Silvers and Jill Culberson convinced me to go to the reunion. I had a wonderful time seeing everyone. The evening flew by too fast though and was sad to see it end. I think a 60 year old bash is a great idea. Who knows what might happen in another 5 years.
I think a group 60th birthday reunion sounds like a lot of fun! I even have a great theme in mind...Woodstock!
We can all dress like we did in college. It should be another summer bash...indoor/outdoore venue , but LIVE music this time.Maybe some of the musical class members will donate their talents and we can have rotating musicians...plus a dance band. If people are ready, willing( donate time ) and able(donate some $ ) to help bring it to fruition we can do it.
I just got back from a trip to Illinois and while enjoying my third JD on the rocks I happened upon the movie 'Woodstock'.
I remember in August of '69 my friend from Canfield, Gregg Shehee, and me attempting to go to Woodstock. By the time we got to the exit on I-90 the traffic was backed up for miles so we opted to meet some friends from Ashland College on the Jersey shoreline instead. I actually started college in June of '69.
I was wondering if anyone from our class made to Woodstock? If you did, it would be great to hear about your experiences. And, after 40 years, if you broke any laws, I'm sure the stautes of limitations have expired. Although we may have to defer that to Huberman.
Ok, so I was downsizing my purse to carry to the Heart/Journey concert that was in downtown Youngstown last night. (Fantastic by the way) I had to laugh at myself as I was doing it. Only the essentials for a worry free concert experience... Imodium, Gas-X, Lactaid, Baby Aspirin (in case someone’s heart malfunctioned), mirror, lip gloss, ear plugs, reading glasses and cell phone, photo id and credit card. Ah yes... so unlike days gone bye. I won't elaborate on what I used to take along, but I know that some of you might know exactly what concert essentials used to be!
My fellow concert goers were mostly "well seasoned" individuals like myself and I must say there were lots and lots of wild eyed, drunk, high people stumbling around. After the concert began, a pair (just like that) came down my row. He must have been our age, weighed 100 pounds and looked like a zombie holding a beer bottle. His partner was a tall blond woman, well weathered, glassy eyed, and as she passed in front of me I heard her say "Where the F--k are our F--king seats?", then they took the seats next to us!! (I went with a girl friend since David was out of town) Soon the woman was waving her hands in front of her face in slow motion like she was trying to grab at some invisible object or perhaps her hands looked like kaleidoscope colors. The guy popped some pill into his mouth and took a swig of beer. My friend and I just looked at each other and rolled our eyes. Ann Wilson’s voice was filling the air. Suddenly, her voice wasn’t the only thing filling our air space! There was the worst smelling (pardon my French) fart odor imaginable! I reached into my purse to locate the Gas-X. (See, and you thought I was just being overly cautious) I really wanted to say, ”Hey skinny, high old guy! (that gas smelled like he looked… it had to be his) Here, you gotta try some of this stuff, man!” I didn’t of course. A few minutes later security came by and after checking the couples ticket stubs escorted them out of our row.
As for the rest of the essentials in my purse, (since we were third row center) I felt every vibration in my chest like someone was pounding on my heart, so I knew I wouldn’t need the baby aspirin unless my heart rhythm somehow got out of sync with the beat… (You know how, God forbid, someone gets hit in the chest just at the wrong moment and their heart goes into arrhythmia?) I had no need of any other purse contents either:
Phone? (no... couldn’t hear or see to text)
Imodium? (nope... got lucky)
Lactaid? (no milk products consumed)
Mirror, lipstick? (no need… too many 20/30 year old females there for anyone to be looking at me… hey, I’m a realist…when 20/30’s and 50’s compete, 20 ALWAYS wins... and I never was the competitive type!)
Reading glasses? (no need)
Ear plugs? What? Ear plugs. What? Ear plugs!!! Oh never mind!
Credit card(believe it or not, I did not even buy a drink while there)
ID (Oh, they probably would have asked me for that if I had gone to the bar to get a drink! Why are you laughing???)
Anyway... I just wanted to share some of my fun evening with you all.
Did anyone else from our class attend? If so, what did you think about the show?
After I posted the concert thing, I was reminded about the most shocking event of that evening. I didn’t actually see the “deed” but I sure saw the aftermath
There was a couple, probably in their 30’s, in the seats right in front of us. They were obnoxiously touchy feely from the moment they came in…so much so that they were interlocked making it hard for me to see around or over them (I have not gotten any taller since high school, in fact heading the other direction) so I had to look up to the Jumbotron thing (hence the reason I missed seeing the “deed” happen). The singer came right up to the area in front of our seats and was interacting with the people. I looked up to the jumbo screen to see better and when I returned my gaze back towards the stage I caught sight of the touchy feely woman yelling at her husband (assumption due to ring on her finger) where upon she grabbed her purse and stormed out of the concert (him following behind with a drunken “what did I do?” look on his face) both never to be seen again. My friend was beside me wide eyed, mouth agape. Seems that in the excitement of making eye contact with the lead singer that idiot guy pulled his wife’s shirt up to flash the singer! The young woman was livid! (Hey, it’s one thing when something is your idea and quite another when it’s your husband’s idea. Am I right ladies?) A security guard standing in front of us was rolling his eyes in disbelief. All the women around that area were obviously commenting to each other about what the aftermath would be like if their man did anything like that. I for one was glad that he wasn’t there solo and standing next to me! Although if it had happened that way I would have been assured that the area in front of me would have been quickly cleared and I would not have had to keep looking up at that Jumbo thingy!
I want to add my voice to the chorus of those who really enjoyed the reunion. My hat off to the committee. The idea of a 60th. is excellent and orchestrating it against the backdrop of the 40th. anniversary of Woodstock is genius! I had suggested to Jeff Hudson that the committee might want to consider a Y-town party for '69 BHS graduates to take place at the midway point of this year's reunion and the 45th. There are several (quite a few, actually) graduates still living here and, with spouses or dates, the room would easily fill up -- again! However, having an observance of our "grand 60th" will be more inclusive as it will involve out-of-towners, and I will look forward to it. I think the Tippe. venue was good and that it would be an excellent place for the next get together. It was good seeing everyone in July. We really seem to care about each other. --Jerry Haber
SO WHERE THE HECK DID ALL OF YOU WILD AND CRAZY PARTY PEOPLE GO? I just spoke to our iconic high school teacher, Audrey Zagorec Chengelis, and she said, “What the heck happened to the web site? Did everyone die?" Ok I am as guilty as the rest, for I too have not visited here for a while. I kind of melted into summer...but now that fall has arrived it is time to keep the connection going.( I started to write this a few weeks ago and then got side tracked( that's a long and not too humorous story) , but for what it's worth here is my contribution to getting things rebooted here)
Labor Day weekend 2009 has come and gone and it is time to settle back into the mundane routines that encompass all the seasons except summer. I miss my daughter already and she has only been back at college a few days. The dog misses her too. He takes a peek into her bedroom nightly, when she is away, hoping to find her snuggled in her bed. I have to use one of the verbal cues that I know he understands, “Jaime be back”, then he gives me a forlorn look and walks very slowly back to his place next to my bed. When he was just a puppy I began using the phrase “Mommy be back”, accompanied with a snack bone each time I had to leave the house. At first I would only stay away for a minute or two then gradually increased the time. It worked fine. He never does anything bad or destructive while I am gone. He just has to body slam the door and gives one loud bark of protest as I shut the door behind myself. After that he is ok.(I think). He is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi and his name is Gunny. He was supposed to be my oldest daughter’s graduation from OU gift (2004). Many of you may understand how a college pet often ends up becoming Mom or Dad’s property. I inherited him when she found it way too difficult to tend to his needs on her own. It turned out to be a good thing( see the Universe usually knows way better than we do about how things should play out), because when my older fur baby( Button , a Jack Russell Terrorist) died at age 15, Gunny was here to help me carry on my need to nurture something. That year (2006) was hellish, to say the least. Button died in February, both my parents passed away in the spring, within three weeks of each other, one daughter went off to NC for grad. School the other began college at OU. David and I were officially empty nesters. I have never felt alone thanks to Gunny’s unhealthy attachment to his mama (me). It is very much like it used to be when my kids were toddlers. I don’t even get alone time in the bathroom unless I trick him. It’s kind of like those Geico eyes…I even hear that tune in my head as I am sitting there! Anyway, I could just go on and on about my boy. He has so many OC issues that amuse me.
How about all of you? Tell us about your fur baby (or babies).
I have a true fur baby! In the summer of 07, my husband came home from work and called me outside to listen to a sound that he thought was a bird. It was coming from behind the bushes in our front yard--I looked in, and here was this itty-bitty kitten with a very big mouth(lucky for him, that's what saved him). I would have waited a while to see if his mom came back for him, but we were about to get a major storm. Therefore, I immediately went to the pet store for formula, bottles etc. We lined a small cat carrier with soft towels and kept a bottle of warm water inside a toucan puppet(surrogate mom) that belonged to my daughter. The little guy weighed just 7 ounces and was 2-1/2 weeks old! He was the most affectionate and loving baby! Now, he is grown up--fat(unfortunately,but there's always one in the group-we have 3 cats)and affectionate only when he wants to be--in other words, a true cat! His full name is Chief Crazy Paws, but we just call him Chief. Our other 2 cats(his siblings, by the way) are Bear and Puff.
So cute , Mary Dee. Does Chief think he is a Toucan?
Post a photo if you can. If you are going past Party Max at The Shops at Boardman Park have a look at the poster in the front window near the entrance to the store. That's a photo of my boy Gunny from last Halloween. Count Gunny!
I recently received a e-mail from our IT Dept.
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If you send a e-mail to 8 people telling them about Sony/ericsson you will recieve a free T-18 notebook. If you send 20 e-mails you will receive a full size notebook R-320 at no charge. Why, because you are helping them spread the word abount there new product launch.
Special caution must be taken to send a copy of your e-mail to anna.swelung@ericcson.com , she needs to document that you have indeed complied with the programs rule. It is my understanding that they have a limited supply of Laptops so start those e-mail flying.
For skeptics out there you can check out the validity of the program by going to snopes.com
I tried to cut and paste a copy of the sony/ericsson ad which you will need for your e-mail but it doesn't take here. If you want you can e-mail me at erkmanmiles@aol.com and I will send you the ad.
Wanted to wish everyone a healthy and happy 2010....this year is the end of our 50's....I know it feels strange to even say it, but hey, lets be positive. Let's put our mental energies together and focus on our 60's being a positive and wonderful experience. Get out and listen to good music...dance...do whatever makes you feel happy( as long as it doesn't land you in jail).
My best wishes to all.
Diane
And to think that my Mom's address hasn't changed since High School and no invitation to the last reunion... Whah!
Might have to make a Movie on that . "Class of 69, The forgotten".
Had to share this with you all. If it doesn't work for some reason. Go to youtube and type in Centrun Silver Commercial.
Made me think of some of our future reunions perhaps!
Hey people, Does anybody out there know where I can get ahold of a 1968 BHS yearbook that would be for sale? If any prospects, please let me know. Email arsee@att.net. Thanks. Rick
Even though she graduated from Cardinal Mooney, Lynda Flynn did go through Boardman schools through 8th grade. For those of you who may remember her, she passed away at the end of February. I did find her mother's telephone number and called and offered my condolences. Mrs. Flynn appreciated the call.
