35 YEARS?!Well, that seems improbable. Most days. Until I look in the mirror and discover that somebody stole my 17-year-old face and body and replaced it with an early 50's mother of four. But all I have to do is hop into my red Mustang convertible with the "JUBUT" plates (yes, I know, kind of obnoxious and fun all in one) and take off in the direction of the woods of Weston, and those 35 years melt away. Lots of memories bombard, from those early days on the jungle gym at Hurlbutt to those awkward 6th grade dances in the music room, to the drama of breaking up with Durrett. And plenty more in between: the good, the bad and the cringe-worthy.
There were a lot of faces at our 30th five years ago, and the hope is to see those same ones, plus many, many others from the classes that surrounded the class of '74. Will we recognize one another? Be able to see the boy or girl in the 50-something face? Chances are we will...
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DANCESOh those 6th grade dances! Wendy Lambert and I used to go to them together. Our high school dances were great though! My kids were amazed that we had live bands playing them. We're planning to make the October reunion! The combined class reunion in Trumbull in '93 was a lot of fun.Julie Oliver Gordon
