Monday, October 5, 2009
60th Birthday Bash at Mario's
We had a great group on September 25th. Luba did such a fine job coordinating the affair that we just might ask her to do it again in the dead of winter when we are all looking for a break after the holidays. We will keep everyone posted. Attendees were:
Marianne Munier
Rosemary McCartney
Susan Pape
Kathy Martello
Phil Martello
Ken Swatt
Jerry Appaluccio
Rae Ellen DeBlasi
Charlene Quintavella
Barbara McCarthy
Luba Shagawat
Joanna Jervis
George Blasko
Barbara Mol
Jack Coco
Frank Skettini
A guest photographer had a little trouble getting everyone in on one table so there are a couple of shots of the same group.
Please send in any photos or news items that you would like to share with the class on our blog.
Best regards to all.
Ken Swatt
Friday, April 24, 2009
Sophia and Andrew Farmiga
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
So Charlene says to Luba........
Charlene Hinkle was in touch with Luba recently and lamented that she was sorry that she missed the reunion. The result was an impromptu dinner at Mario's in Clifton attended by the following:
We hope this will be the first of many little get togethers for those of us who are local. Please email Luba (luba11@aol.com) and she will put your name on the list to be notified when and where the next impromptu event is scheduled. Does anyone have a yacht???
Best regards to everyone.
Ken
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Barbara McCarthy (Sholz)
Joan McTighe
Barbara Mol (Meade)
Joanna Jervis
Patty Jo Tripp (Grochowski)
Charlene Hinkle
Phil Martello
Jerry Appaluccio
Rae DeBlasi (Van Blarcom)
Luba Shagawat (Pukalak)
Joan Swatt
Ken SwattWe hope this will be the first of many little get togethers for those of us who are local. Please email Luba (luba11@aol.com) and she will put your name on the list to be notified when and where the next impromptu event is scheduled. Does anyone have a yacht???
Best regards to everyone.
Ken
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Saturday, January 24, 2009
Luba - Reflections
Dear classmates;
Several alumni have written about their interesting life journeys, their impressive accomplishments, who they have become and who they have lost along the way. I've read each with great interest, some sadness and even with pride in their accomplishments, simply because we shared a common social and educational history. I was a bit surprised to find that I felt this vicarious gratification just because I shared four short years with capable, talented and spiritual people, some of whom I never even had a conversation with:-). Then It dawned on me, that in some miniscule way, we have each contributed toward the development of who we are today. In some way, like it or not, we are all connected!
To be honest, when I first received the notice that Marianne was planning our 40th reunion, I was rather indifferent about the whole thing. After all, those were only four short years that took place a long, long time ago. I'm not even the same person! Time has changed us all. Did I really want to spend an afternoon meeting people that I once knew, but don't really know anymore?
In spite of myself, I decided to go. What the heck, I thought, it's not like another 40th reunion will come along again, right? So I decided to go. That day, I dressed in whatever was most slimming:-) applied some make-up (to hide as many years as possible) and off I went.
To my surprise, as I entered the room I felt transformed, as well as transported to a time long passed.
A time when skirts above the knee were prohibited; gym clothes were intentionally hideous; confusion prevailed and the future was still ahead of us. A time when the "British invasion" had everything to do with music and nothing to do with war. Although we never thought it, it's quite possible that we were the last generation to experience an age of innocence. It was innocence that I felt when I entered the reunion room.
First, I noticed an easel displaying photos, perfectly placed at the entrance of the room, and noticed a picture of myself with my friend Joanna. In the picture, we were holding our school books and talking intently. I haven't seen her in 20 years! A tiny tear appeared. Then, as if by magic, she approached me with her open arms and threw them around my shoulders; the flood gates opened. (Ken Buzzi, Marilyn Grecco and Charlene Parisi can attest to that:-)
The rest of the afternoon was what could be described as "a basking in what used to be". I didn't need to know what anyone did, where they lived or how may children or grandchildren they had. I didn't want to share my own personal accomplishments. It was "simply being there" that mattered. I was, for a little while, taken back to a time that's passed, and was given the opportunity of re-experiencing a small part of my history with those who just happened to have been there with me. What a gift!
Luba Shagawat
Luba Shagawat
Julianne Roszczewski Dayer
Julianne's UK Diary
Saturday, Sept 6
Clouds at LAX...cheese and egg sandwich on the plane...saw movie: What Happens in Vegas
Arrived in Newark with rain...listened to Mudcrutch and the Ting Tings...ate Beef with Vegs, roll and fruit
Sunday, Sept 7
Arrived in Manchester...green grass and clouds...
Ate oatcakes and cheese and a cheese sandwich
Monday, Sept 8 clouds
Shopping in Tunstall, bought boots for Angele and shoes
Ate a salmon sandwich
Tuesday, Sept 9 rain, clouds and sun
Shopping in Market Drayton
Ate British chicken
Wednesday, Sept 10 clouds and sun
Toured Chatsworth Manor -- ate sausage roll and pizza with mushrooms and olives
Rode through Peak District
On TV: Lost in Austen
Thursday, Sept 11 clouds and sun
Saw movie: The Duchess in Newcastle under Lyme
Friday, Sept 12 drizzle
Visited Moorcroft Pottery Museum and Trentham
On TV: The Tudors
Saturday, Sept 13 clouds and sun
Visited Paul, Irene's husband at Keele University Hospital
Ate fish and chips, watched the last night of The Proms on TV
Sunday, Sept 14 cloudy
Walked along the walls of Chester and saw the racecourse, had English McDonald's Happy Meal
Monday, Sept 15 cloudy
Visited Paul in North Staffs Hospital
Visited Irene's daughter Sharon and grandson, Tristan
Ate pizza with chips and salad...packed
Tuesday, Sept 16 cloudy
Read Sword of Shame on plane from Manchester to Newark
Angele picked me up at LAX and we opened pressies from England at home
Wednesday Sept 17...back to work!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Coach Olivola has passed away
The great kiss of 1945
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