Reunion, pt 1
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msmemory_archiveHad a wonderful time, even though B wimped out and didn't come.
Friday morning, I didn't feel all that great, so I puttered around at home, read email, surfed the web. I had planned on getting to campus around 1:00 when registration opened, but didn't actually get there til about 3:15. The new garage where the Alumnae Hall parking lot used to be has opened, 5 floors' worth, so I parked there. (Later comers ended up all kinds of places, like on Munger Meadow.)
As I was standing outside the garage debating whether to wait for a shuttle to the dorm or walk, M drove up, running a bit earlier than she had planned. So no worries about how we would find each other for dinner.
Once we had deposited our luggage in Claflin, we trooped over to the Academic Quad to pick up our registration packets and name tags (on handy color-coded strings by class). Stopped briefly in the Reunion Store, where I bought a sweatshirt. (Given the chilly evenings, I was glad I did, also very glad that I got it early on, as they ran short very quickly.)
M's Carol, who is mostly going by her full given name Caroline these days, turned up as we were returning to the dorm. Once she had registered, off we went for an early dinner at Legal's in Natick. I had the seafood casserole, M had the Crabcake Combo, and C got lobster ravioli. We yakked for a long time, even having to send the waiter away once because we hadn't looked at the dessert menu. With excellent timing, we got back onto campus just before the Float Night and Fireworks.
Saturday morning we had breakfast in the Tower dining room, since Claflin doesn't have its own. Class meeting was scheduled to happen from 9-10, but we couldn't think of any good reason to go and listen to announcements and class officer elections, so we walked around Lake Waban. They've completely finished the Paint Shop Pond environmental remediation, and have removed many cubic yards of dirt, relandscaping the remains to a nice wetlands ecosystem, with a sturdy boardwalk for the constant procession of walkers and runners doing the lake perimeter.
I had decided to go to the Writing Family Histories talk at 10:30, and M&C came with me. The speaker, Elena Tsujima(?) Creef is the daughter of a WWII veteran and a Japanese woman ("Don't call her a war bride."). She talked about tracing her family's roots in very rural North Carolina, and her and her mother's experiences as minorities in that environment.
At noon, all the classes met in the giant white circus tent (seven, count them, seven giant aluminum poles down the center line) for picnic lunch. M said to me "what's borsin [sic]?" "Herb cheese," I replied. Sigh. So hard to be the lone foodie in the crowd.
More to come.
Friday morning, I didn't feel all that great, so I puttered around at home, read email, surfed the web. I had planned on getting to campus around 1:00 when registration opened, but didn't actually get there til about 3:15. The new garage where the Alumnae Hall parking lot used to be has opened, 5 floors' worth, so I parked there. (Later comers ended up all kinds of places, like on Munger Meadow.)
As I was standing outside the garage debating whether to wait for a shuttle to the dorm or walk, M drove up, running a bit earlier than she had planned. So no worries about how we would find each other for dinner.
Once we had deposited our luggage in Claflin, we trooped over to the Academic Quad to pick up our registration packets and name tags (on handy color-coded strings by class). Stopped briefly in the Reunion Store, where I bought a sweatshirt. (Given the chilly evenings, I was glad I did, also very glad that I got it early on, as they ran short very quickly.)
M's Carol, who is mostly going by her full given name Caroline these days, turned up as we were returning to the dorm. Once she had registered, off we went for an early dinner at Legal's in Natick. I had the seafood casserole, M had the Crabcake Combo, and C got lobster ravioli. We yakked for a long time, even having to send the waiter away once because we hadn't looked at the dessert menu. With excellent timing, we got back onto campus just before the Float Night and Fireworks.
Saturday morning we had breakfast in the Tower dining room, since Claflin doesn't have its own. Class meeting was scheduled to happen from 9-10, but we couldn't think of any good reason to go and listen to announcements and class officer elections, so we walked around Lake Waban. They've completely finished the Paint Shop Pond environmental remediation, and have removed many cubic yards of dirt, relandscaping the remains to a nice wetlands ecosystem, with a sturdy boardwalk for the constant procession of walkers and runners doing the lake perimeter.
I had decided to go to the Writing Family Histories talk at 10:30, and M&C came with me. The speaker, Elena Tsujima(?) Creef is the daughter of a WWII veteran and a Japanese woman ("Don't call her a war bride."). She talked about tracing her family's roots in very rural North Carolina, and her and her mother's experiences as minorities in that environment.
At noon, all the classes met in the giant white circus tent (seven, count them, seven giant aluminum poles down the center line) for picnic lunch. M said to me "what's borsin [sic]?" "Herb cheese," I replied. Sigh. So hard to be the lone foodie in the crowd.
More to come.
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Paint Shop Pond
Date: 2004-06-07 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-07 11:40 pm (UTC)(My college, I haven't been back to since graduation - there's a few people I wonder about now and again, but mostly it's just not worth the effort.)