Patricia Ann Richards (Armstrong)
Having travelled the farthest, I think! although Judi Bachman might have surpassed me to get to the 50th, I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED. Except I think the event should be for a WEEK...HA HA...there were so many people there with whom I would have liked to spend so much MORE time...Anne Petty being one among many.
It was "Hobson's Choice" on Saturday night...where to sit, where was there an empty seat? Again I was a grasshopper among the industrious ants who had some kind of plan...all of whom just sort of did what came naturally...and I ended up sitting with Joe Owens (we go back a long way) and that mensch among men, Doug Heinlen...for whom I carried a torch for at least 10 years after high school...ALL WAS FINE! Both of them had been taught by my most remarkable mother at Onaway. But there were a number of other tables at which I would have been to delighted to sit. Oh, I should mention that I was also sitting next to Stenson White's second wife of 37 years...I noticed that Stenson, originally sitting next to me, swapped places...understandably...she was a sweetheart! It was a judicious move. In truth, my table companions were varied...an that's just like I LIKE it!
AND I was in the loo whilst the Moreland photo was being taken...usually my timing is better than that. The egotistical/nostalgic part of my nature kicked in, and I collared the photographer and begged him to take a pic of me that could be "photoshopped" into the Moreland photo. I think, as usual, I'm in airy fairy land...but I LIKE it there...so many possibilities...if it happens, it happens...but I was certainly there in spirit...even though I was on "the pot",
Evie, you and your committee could NOT have done a better job. That tenderloin of beef had to be the best I've tasted in YEARS! Tom Osher singing (so well and so poignantly) was a master stroke.
Even though I suffer severe balance problems due to a compressed cervical spinal chord (hopefully an upcoming op will put that right...at the moment the chord looks like a string of sausages) I was totally unable to resist shakin' my ample "booty" towards the end of the evening when the classics of the mid-60's started playing. Those of you who were videoing on your smartass smartphones could probably make a lot of money out of me...BLACKMAIL! But I could not resist. I just thanked God I was wearing knickers that night, often don't...I like air around my private parts...if I came a cropper! landed on my arse???modesty would be preserved! and no one would have a truly horrible indelible memory.
Ken Johnson took me home (Barbara Saltzman's flat near Shaker Square) as he did the night before...but Saturday night I REMEMBER his taking me home - Friday's venue did me in...it was dark, ambience-lacking, and I (I always have an excuse for my bad behaviour) have no recollection of what happened after Kim Ritchie bought me my last drink...so if I offended any of you, or you were just embarrassed on my behalf, sweet classmates, my dear Barbara wouldn't let me go to bed without drinking two full glasses of water and listening to me repeat myself. My God! I have some WONDERFUL friends...and Ken is the one who got me home...my white bearded knight in shining armour, his white horse in the form of a cute little red car.
As usual I am incapable of the succinct comment. This is far too long, and, as usual, I make no apologies???you can always stop reading???like you can turn off the radio or the television.
Anybody, among our dear classmates, who wants to get in touch with me: here is my email address: PRich71686@aol.com.
The number of people with whom I had just about a nano-second of communication is myriad...IT'S NOT ENOUGH! It would be invidious to name all the people with whom I wanted to talk longer. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!
Just like to say the exorbitant airfare to get me to Shaker Heights, having decided so late in the day to attend...which also gave me no time for "self-improvement in terms of my avoir du pois" was worth every penny and pound. I have delicious memories, had delicious moments...Bonnie Beran...you've been preserved in "aspic"...just the same lovely generous person you always were...and there were so many others - Phyllis Hammer...the list of people with whom I reconnected is too damn long. IT WAS A GREAT EVENING...full stop!
Dick Prentke, although somewhat diffident about HIS 50th a year ago, changed his tune, and encouraged me to go to OURS. I would have regretted not coming/going....and so he said...and so he proved COMPLETELY RIGHT.
AND I was at last allowed entry into the hallowed ground of Shaker Heights Country Club...probably got the name of this hallowed establishment wrong...like I really care!
i was not impressed with their swimming pool...not Olympic sized..I can swim for free...being over 60, at Ironmonger Row....regularly, of late, trying to get fit, swimming 30 lengths...working up to a mile. I love the water: having so much adipose tissue on my body - I CAN'T SINK...BUT MY AUSTRALIAN CRAWL IS AS SMOOTH AS MOLASSES/SILK!
It does seem time, no matter how many people I LOVED seeing, to bring my usual too long message to an end. The reunion had not only great moments, but also the fleeting sense of life/time...God almighty...how could time fly by that quickly.
I end this with a fond farewell to all of you. It was such a pleasure to reconnect...but all too short a pleasure. I don't like "pleasures cut short" ....soooo once again, I send you my Email address: PRich71686@aol.com. Please, if the spirit moves, Dan Lesnick, in particular...and darling "Dirty Pierre", Willy Kahrl...Bob Taliaferro etc....be in touch!
With such great affection,
Patty
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