Who was married longest? Janice Brooks 5/6/73
Still makin' babies? Glenn Falzo 5/19/2001
Most fruitful (can we say "Not tonight, I have a headache?")? We know it's really Ken Ahigian, but he was not here this year, so Mark Hodges and Bob Walsh are tied with 4 each.
Who traveled farthest? Kristina Baar-Young from Florida (some may have come farther but did not complete the form)
Most married - Connie Willey
Who changed the most? Laura Ketchum, Dennis Hogan, Mary Landor, Tod Gold
Who changed the least? Leif LeLoup, Chuck Luke, Eldeen Bryan, Sandy Briger (2), Barb Bickford, Bubba, Jeannine Rosecrans, Wanda Lubinski (are you kidding!?), Pam Benamati, Mike Beverly, Daigle boys, Frank Breen, Paula Follett, Glenn Falzo

Notes: The reunion was a huge success, other than a lousy sound system! Photos will be on the website (www.72.shakerhs.com) for all the enjoy. Consensus is that we do another in 5 years, and that it be much less formal. Wanda has agreed to organize. See the directory for folks we never found and help find them before the next event! See you in 2007! Keep in touch at superwoman175@msn.com


The Reunion (from a woman's perspective)
Submitted by Sue Lynch - author unknown

I had prepared for it like any intelligent woman would. I went on a starvation diet the day before, knowing that all the extra weight would just melt off in 24-hours, leaving me with my sleek, trim, high-school-girl body. The last many years of careful cellulite collection would just be gone with a snap of a finger. I knew if I didn't eat a morsel on Friday, that I could probably fit into my senior formal on Saturday.
Trotting up to the attic, I pulled the gown out of the garment bag, carried it lovingly downstairs, ran my hand over the fabric, and hung it on the door. I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, sighed, and thought, "Well, okay, maybe if I shift it all to the back..." bodies never have pockets where you need them. Bravely, I took the gown off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering dress and stepped gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned, and pulled and I got the formal all the way up to my knees... before the zipper gave out. I was disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with those silver platform sandals again and dance the night away. Okay, one set back was not going to spoil my mood for this affair. No way! Rolling the dress into a ball and tossing it into the corner, I turned to Plan B. The black velvet caftan. I gathered up all the goodies that I had purchased at the drug store; the scented shower gel; the body building, and highlighting shampoo &, conditioner, and the split-end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my hair would look like that girl's in the Pantene ads. Then the makeup-the under eye "ain't no lines here" firming cream, the all-day face-lifting gravity-fighting moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle; the all day "kiss me till my lips bleed, and see if this gloss will come off" lipstick, the bronzing face powder for that special glow... But first, the roll-on facial hair remover. I could feel the wrinkles shuddering in fear.
OK - time to get ready...I jumped into the steaming shower, soaped, lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed, and scoured my body to a tingling pink. I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with the anti-wrinkle, gravity fighting, "your face will look like a baby's butt" face cream. I set my hair on the hot rollers. I felt wonderful. Ready to take on the world. Or in this instance, my underwear. With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body, I pulled out the black lace, tummy-tucking, cellulite-pushing, ham hock-rounding girdle, and the matching "lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium" bra. I greased my body with the scented body lotion and began the plunge. I pulled, stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, shimmied, hopped, pushed, wiggled, snapped, shook, caterpillar crawled, and kicked. Sweat poured off my forehead but I was done. And it didn't look bad. So I rested.
A well deserved rest, too. The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind? It was tighter than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper butt?" Okay, so I had to take baby steps, and walk sideways, and I couldn't move from my butt cheeks to my knees. But I was firm! Oh no...I had to go to the bathroom. And there wasn't a snap crotch. From now on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open and re-stitch the crotch with Velcro, but the pain factor from past experiments was still fresh in my mind. I quickly side stepped to the bathroom. An hour later, I had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the girdle. I was ready for the bra. I remembered what the saleslady said to do. I could see her glossed lips mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front, and twist it around. Put the bra on the way it should be worn ---straps over the shoulders. Then bend over and gently place both breasts inside the cups." Easy if you have four hands. But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters, bent over and pulled the bra down...but the boobs weren't cooperating. I'd no sooner tuck one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip out. I needed a strategy. I bounced up, and down a few times, tried to dribble them in with short bunny hops, but that didn't work. So, while bent over, I began rocking gently back and forth on my heel and toes and I set 'em to swinging. Finally, on the fourth swing, pause, and lift, I captured the gliding glands. Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for examination. Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and faced the mirror, turning front, and then sideways. I smiled. Yes, Houston, we have lift up! My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage! I was happy until I tried to look down. I had a chin rest. And I couldn't see my feet. I still had to put on my pantyhose, and shoes. Oh... why did I buy heels with buckles? Then I had to pee again. I put on my sweats, fixed myself a drink, ordered pizza, and skipped the reunion.

The Reunion (from a guy's perspective)
by Wanda Lubinski, inspired by the above

Cool! A reunion! No time to change (even though I've had 6 months notice). Grab a clean t-shirt. Hit on the babes that ignored me in school. Still no luck. Tossed back a few with the guys. Got drunk and threw up all night.
Great time! Can't wait for the next one.


To the tune of My Favorite Things
new lyrics by Dean Bunn

Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
bundles of magazines tied up in string
these are a few of my favorite things.
Cadillacs, cataracts, hearing aids, glasses
Polident, fixodent, false teeth in glasses,
pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings
these are a few of my favorite things.
When the pipes leak,
when the bones creak,
when the knees go bad
I simply remember my favorite things
and the I don't feel... so bad.
Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions
no spicy hot foods or food cooked with onions,
bathrobes and heating pads, hot meals they bring
these are a few of my favorite things.
Back pains, confused brains and no fear of sinnin'
thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin'
more of the pleasures advancing age brings
when we remember our favorite things.
When the joints ache,
when the hip breaks,
when the eyes grow dim
I simply remember the great life I've had
and then I don't feel... so bad!


Senior Citizen
author unknown (you know how you get a million of these via email and on one ever identifies who wrote it. Sure, I could take credit - but then one of you may have written it and I'd be exposed as a liar and a thief and a plagiarist, and get sued... and it just wasn't worth it!)

I'm a senior citizen and proud of it.
I'm the life of the party, even when it lasts until 8pm
I'm very good at opening child proof caps with a hammer.
I'm good on a trip for at least an hour without my aspirin, beano and antacid.
I'm the first one to find the bathroom wherever I go.
I'm very good at telling stories - over and over and over.
I'm aware that other people's grandchildren are not as bright as mine.
I'm so cared for: long term care, eye care, medicare, dental care.
I'm not grouchy I just don't like traffic, waiting, crowds or politicians.
I'm positive I did the housework correctly before my mate retired
I'm sure everything I can't find is in a secure place.
I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy... and that's just my left leg.
I'm having trouble remembering words like...
I'm now spending more time with my pillows than my mate.
I'm realizing that aging is not for sissies.
I'm anti-everything - anti-fat, anti-noise, anti-inflammatory.
I'm walking more (to the bathroom) and enjoying it less.
I'm going to reveal what goes on behind closed doors - absolutely nothing!
I'm in the initial stage of my golden years: SS, CD's, IRA's and AARP.
I'm supporting all movements now - by eating prunes, bran, raisins.