Freddie DeBlieux
O.K., the Rendezvous of which I speak was in the early 1940's. Where Nichols ended up. Close to the P.& C Drug Store. Is the one by NSU still there. That was Billy Maggio's family. Before it was the Town House, it was the Triangle. Makes sense, since it was in a triangle. Chief Eddy/Ettie was the father of two daughters, one a little younger than us, one a lot younger. Someone remember older one's name. She was pretty, with gorgeous golden skin and curly blondish hair. Was it Dee Dee Eddy?Ettie??? I do believe so. They lived in same sub as Sue, Larry Fisher, Houston Cade, Sudbury Sub, I think. Down at the end from Sue. And Marjorie Region and Homer Scott, and Eugene. Someone needs to stop me. I have always been "out of hand", but as one gets older, one gets worse......My mind just gets turned on and there's no stopping. Kenneth, we have a lot in common. I just saw Youtube Video at the bottom of this page. No Facebook, no Youtube, no Nothing for me...Billy Dick Holly!!!!!what have you done, now????? You better not cause me any embarrassment. I'll make you take the blame. Polly Holly, how have you stood it all these years??? Do you need help putting him away??? Do you have a place to put him??? Will he go quietly?? NAH....we already know that.!!!
John Harry, I have had no luck looking for Barbara. The person by Sherwood Forest was not of the correct age. There are a lot of people with the name. I have access to voter rolls: that pretty much means to everyone in the state old enough to vote, and there was no one I would say for certain. Perhaps, she will just show up.
We are getting closer and closer to the big 50. Will we be able to withstand the excitement? The absolute, all consuming delight, streaming from all over the United States to meld into our familiar circle of camaraderie. Fifty years melted into the sweet mystery of life so we can step back, walk down the aisle, up on the stage, take our seats, take off our maroon robes, and run down the hall to join the most important people in our lives, in a myriad of activities we deem to be world changing. So easy to slip into 1960 without missing a beat. How fortunate we can return to 1960 without haunting memories dragging us from our world into the real world. We escaped.......
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