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Well, the long-awaited reunion is over,
but the memories are not,
and the renewed connections have just begun.
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Instead of the finale to all our expectations, our 50th reunion seems to have been the
beginning of a new chapter in our class associations!

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The food was good,
the music was the ‘50s,
and the room was filled with
smiles,
hugs,
laughter,
and—yep—sentimentality.

Old friends played catch-up, and new friends
(who perhaps had not been close at RHS)
got to know each other.

Everyone seemed contented. Gone was the teenage angst that sometimes characterized our RHS days.
It’s good to be the age we are.


Click here for a black and white picture with names.

The following article is from Larry Chandler, who read it and decided to share it with all of us.

This piece by David Halberstam, the historian and reporter, is so applicable to our class at Roosevelt and our times that I would like to share it with you and others.  The piece is entitled “How We All Turned Out” and it is about Mr. Halberstam’s trip back to his 55th reunion.  Below is the concluding paragraph that I enjoyed so much. 

          “The day after the reunion, when I drove home, I left the highway and drove by the old school and I thought of all those teachers who had such an exceptional sense of purpose and duty, and in fact often had more faith in us than we had in ourselves (and, in some cases, more faith than our parents had). I pondered, not for the first time, how lucky we had all been growing up in a town like that, in an era like that, with its conflicting forces and pressures, a balance of old disciplines and new possibilities, I realized that the town, which might on the surface have seemed poor, was in so many important ways not poor.  And I realized that we who passed through there in those years, in so many ways we did not understand then, had been remarkably privileged.”