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On Thursday night, a few of the out of towners and a few locals gathered for a "Beyond Casual®" meal. The first of the HUGS, the exclamations of greetings and the astonished comments about how-good-we-all-looked set the tone for the evening and let us know that we had nothing to fear. As copies of the Memory Book were opened for the first time, the magic began to happen.On Friday night, Purple and Gold reflected in the old arched windows and off the old polished floors of the Julian Smith Casino. Many of us came early, taking advantage of the announcement that Weatherman Bob Smith (AKA Robert Gordon Smith) would be doing his 6:15 segment from his 50th High School Reunion.
We all felt like celebrities on the Red Carpet as he greeted and interviewed us between giving weather facts. His old neighborhood friend Michael Danish arrived from Maryland; Dorothy Lanier Cravey popped in from South Georgia, Gilroy Garner came from Texas, Madeline Register Bandy came from Florida and . . . and . . . .
Jane Bass Moxley's registration committee checked off names and passed out nametags with BIG lettering! Ron Colvin made sure classmates got the Memory Book as they came in. Laughter filled the rotunda and spread into the great stone-walled casino.
It was just the beginning of a fabulous night of BBQ, memories and dancing -- exactly as planned by Chairman Pete May and his hard-working committee. The magic continued as the purple and gold balloons were released into the night sky. (Okay, it was an accident, so don't get weird.)
On Saturday morning, we climbed the steps of the school -- were they always this high?!!
We sat in desks ready to answer questions, wondered about high tech props in the Auditorium and strolled the halls looking for the 'hottest' guys and gals.
We took floods of memories with us to the front steps in time for the official picture. The photographer atop the firetruck lift was not as 'high' as we were as we squinted past her into the overcast sky.
With the Canal not refilled enough to float the Petersburg boats, Co-chairmen Harry Pund and Butch Murdock and Saturday Event Chairman Don Patterson made the decision to substitute a cruise of the Savannah River aboard The Patriot.
Mary Todd Pyott probably put it best: "We loved everything, especially the river cruise (in all my years I had never been up the river!)"
I didn't get reports from everyone about after-lunch activities, although I heard there were a few small get-togethers of close friends and a few naps. Well, maybe more than a few naps. . . .
On Saturday evening, we all worried a little about dressing for the Augusta Country Club -- Old insecurities die hard, don't they? -- What does "dressy casual" mean anyway? What is too fancy? What is too casual? We quickly learned that whatever we had on was exactly right! (No one cared -- except the CC staff which has rules about denim, no jackets and cell phones.) And as one dear hubby said, to reassure his spouse when she said that she wouldn't know anyone and that she was old and fat, "all of us are old - and half w(ill) be fat, so not to worry."
Well, we didn't worry. And we were all comfortable because everything was perfectly planned by Janice Johnson Dixon and her committee. No detail was left to chance so there were no glitches to make anyone wonder what came next. The flowers, the music, the food (oh, yes! the food!) and the program were spectacular! Helen Gnann Byars' husband Joel said, "I've had more fun at your reunion than at mine. It was really FIRST CLASS!"
Frank Stafford and
Jayne Dye Snell began the formal portion of our weekend with the same sense of decorum and humor which made them our student council co-presidents fifty years ago.
Charles Henry* had prepared to serve as our emcee with more gentleness, fun facts and coincidences than anyone could expect.
When we stood for the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag and sang out "Glory, Glory, to Old Richmond," we knew why we had come.
And by the way, Bubber Best can still make us swoon, Rae Brown still delights the heart, the basketball teams could still win a few quarters, Joyce Blanchard and Minta McDairmid still have the figures we love to hate, and not a few members of the Sabre Club can still pass muster.
The magic was still around as we called for our cars. Our Spirits Soared.
We stood in the driveway and chatted as if we didn't want it to end.
Somehow, I don't think it did.
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* For copies of Charles comments, please see my email for his corrected email addy.
For copies of the official photograph, please see my email for the Photographer's info.
If you are not getting the email blasts from me, why not?
Annette
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