Memories of the reunion
- Roger Capilos..class of '66.
now that I am still alive I must say that was a great all class reunion. As the big weekend approached I kept track of Ct.'s weather from drought stricken Ca. and I was quite surprised to see your precipitation levels inching past those of the Amazon rain forests. And there was no quit in that weather pattern. It rained from when I splashed down at Bradley Field on Wed. and it was raining when I dropped off my rent a car on Mon. Throw in the Weathersfield tornado that almost dropped a thousand pound limb on me in Jack Bradleys back yard and the thunderstorm that ended the reunion Sat. night and it all became one big adventure.
I would do it all again in a second. There was such a strong feeling of friendship and love at the reunion that you could call it blissful. The time of pretension was past, our teenagers had finished acting out and my gosh the sun was shining. The food was good, the music wasn't blasting but was pleasant and there was a nice summer breeze. I want to thank all of you who invested so much time because I know these kind of events don't come easy.
Now about the grand finale. No one can plan for a weather catastrophe. I must tip my hat to whatever work crew erected the pavillion tent. It withstood 40 minutes of monsoon like rain, windgusts up to 50 mph and if anyone had slacked off when that tent went up the reunion could have ended on the front page of the Courant. Great job work crew. I also want to tip my hat to those of you who hightailed it at the first flashes of horizon lightening.You were smart and I felt quite stupid once I was standing in 2 inches of water next to tall aluminum poles while lightening flashed all around us.I think at that moment the only way you could have been in more danger would have been if you'd come dressed as the Tin Man. But god loved CHS grads and no one was hurt. ( Miracle )
So it was quite a wonderful day. And for all of you who asked me what award I got for having travaled the farthest to the reunion it is either in the mail or it was just all the emotion and affection that made me feel as good as I have felt in quite a long time.Blessings to all.
- Tom Singarella '65
Yes, I have to say it was a great time. Like a blast from the past. I hardly recognized anyone, but as soon as we started chatting with people around our class graduation date, lots of good memories came up. We're not spring chickens anymore, but it was nice to take a step back in time with people we grew up with. Everyone wished we could have gone longer, but the storm hit around 8 PM, and after a harrowing windy rainy 30 minutes in the big tent we all ran for our cars dripping. Everyone seemed to enjoy getting together.
Glad that I was able to make the reunion and see everyone.
- Joan Hatfield King '65
When poet George Herbert wrote over 400 years ago, "The best mirror is an old friend, " I believe he was onto something very profound and ageless. Thank you, dear childhood friends for everything.
- Sue Butler Czaja '63
What a wonderful high school reunion we had. There were over 500 people. My brother David and sister Jackie went also. There were quite a few families of alumni there besides us; the Hatfields, the Halstedts, the Casos and many others.
The reunion was great up until 8 pm which is the time the heavens opened up and deluged Cromwell, or more specifically Watrous Park.. Lightening & Thunder, sheets of rain, wind that made the rain go sideways. My sister Jackie had luckily gone home a little earlier. My brother and I had run for his truck just as it started to rain, but there were still about 250 people there huddled under the big tent that we were worried about.. The ones on the north side of the tent had to have gotten soaked.
I had brought one of those 10x20 canopies that we used over the DJ. We had talked about taking it down and putting it in the truck when the clouds started getting thick, but it was too late. "You realize," my brother said, "that we are going to have to get out of the truck and get it into the back." . We turned to look where it was and it had blown down and apart so we drove over near it and waited for an opportune moment, which never came. I finally took off my shoes and we just jumped out of the truck to start throwing the poles and tarp in the back. It was at that point that the HAIL started so we jumped back into the truck soaked to the skin and tried to dry off a bit with a small towel I had. We waited for the hail to stop and then jumped out again and got the canopy loaded. Luckily it wasn't cold. We couldn't have been wetter if we had jumped in the huge puddles of standing water. I drove 10 miles south to my home in Middlefield and there had been NO rain there. I don't think anyone will forget this reunion, ever!
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