"It ain't over till it's over."
Posted Monday, May 4, 2009 05:36 AM


Most people like to know they are the object of someone else's affections, and maybe next best, however distant, is that you WERE the object of someone's affection.  As an example, I take the liberty of quoting from a note someone sent last year:  "Cherry Campbell contacted me through Classmates.com, when I was still an active member. I sent her a rather effusive 'love letter' telling her how I had a crush on her during those early years. Never heard from her again.

Let's not complicate anyone's life by expecting old fires to be rekindled (though we have a few cases in our class).  But why hide from anyone at this age something you always wished they knew and which they would probably welcome knowing?  You don't have to post it in this forum.  You can use the person's private page. 

But why not let others know that we were often bound to each other by invisible ties.  Okay, in some cases they were not so invisible.  The subject does not have to be romance, love, or lust.  I am reminded of Pat Cavanaugh's (Alexander) note in our class history--a thank you to Doug Elton for choosing her as a dance partner when they both took an after school dance class.  If you didn't read it in her bio on the class history disk, it's worth quoting:

“If there was any special person in my school life, it was Douglas Elton.  In Glenwood Landing School, 1952-53 we had to attend dance lessons after school.  Douglas would always pick me to dance even though I was the fat one.  I would never have attended those classes if not for him always choosing me, because no one else did.  He was the perfect gentleman who kept me from running home crying. If I think back on anyone I remember in my school years to thank, it is Douglas Elton.  So thank you, 55 years later.  I am really sorry I didn't thank you years ago for being so nice.” 

 Being able to relay messages like this provided one of the pleasures of doing that history.  I am sure more conversations like this are unfinished.  Why wait?