Welcome Home! Why do we go to class reunions?
(l-r) Maplewood Academy alumni Robert Parry, Loren Dickenson, Julian Denler and Jerry Pettis are members of the class of 1950.
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oming home, even if it’s one’s own high school, is no ordinary venture. After coming home 20 times, I’ve often wondered why I pay huge airfares and rent large cars to show up. Save the hundreds. Stay home. Eat out for three days and count it good. Would that do it? Hardly. So why do we go? It must be the people—good people. What would you trade for your friends from Maplewood Academy? I thought I’d be the only class of ‘50 ancient one to trek to Minnesota to show up. Not so. Jerry Pettis, the Twin Cities painter, said he’d join me. So did Bob Parry, the Orlando dietician, and so did Julian Denler, Hutchinson tradesman who is famous for his musical saw. Sabbath morning shone bright, and the four of us sat near each other so when the roll was called we’d stand tall. We were, after all, the midcentury clan—the oldest class honored. And the four of us stood a second time.
I can see us now, representing all our colleagues, standing at attention when the school’s VP for finance announced the awesome news: Our ‘50 endowment, begun 20 years ago for staff enhancement, had just passed $100,000! It was, I must admit, an electric moment of honest pride. Where have all our colleagues gone? Out of 50 grads in 1950, about half have passed away. Another large percentage are hobbled or weary. Probably both. Who would blame them for saving their huge travel dollars and their weary bones from a trek to the memorable school? But we missed them nonetheless. There’s another reunion left, the Grand One in the skies. No huge airfares, no large rental cars. Just good people for all time hearing the words, “Welcome home.” Loren Dickenson is a Maplewood Academy graduate from the class of 1950.
