Much about the reunion — videos and photos — soon to come, but a more poetic look back first.

Classmate Kathi Horton (Education) was inspired by our reunion to send us some thoughts about it, as well as a poem.

Kathi Horton at reunion

“I had a great time at our reunion! It was so good to see old friends and of course those whom we have kept in touch with, too. It was a classy reunion, typical of BC. The dancing was terrific! I couldn’t stay in my seat, and eventually a lot of us got up rolling along and encouraging others to do the same; ‘Stop in the name of love . . .’

Kathleen Horton, Sub Turri

“When I’m not working part-time (I retired in 2004 after 31 years in the classroom, grades 1, 2, 3, and 5, but returned part-time seven years ago. I missed the kids too much!) I write children’s poetry. In this case, though, I was inspired to write about BC. It was a good number of years ago, but I would still like to share it. BC has, and will have, a special place in my heart for giving me the best years of my life. I think this poem shows that. At least that is what I intended. I am blessed that I have a network of friends from our class of 1968, who are still a very important part of my life 50 years later.”

BC

It never ceases to touch my heart
when I drive my car by any part
of BC.
The café arouses thoughts of many friends,
French fries with mayo,
game of Whist, expensive books,
that special someone waiting or missed.
The break you need from intense thought,
of friendly faces and one you sought,
to bring you back to the real world.

“In one’s arms, you seemed to flow . . . “

Later upstairs, the ball would be
with beautiful gowns and memories
of dances fast and dances slow.
In one’s arms, you seemed to flow
around that tall and spacious room.
Children we were, all in the bloom of life;
free from worry, bills and strife.
Our innocence captured, there in the past.
We will hold fast . . .
to those times.