With all the reunions of different grad classes over the years, we strongly encourage these reunions to not only catch up with each other, but also to look toward future graduates by collecting donations at their events to support the Cavalcade Scholarship Fund. Reunions are times when people remember their own experiences and generously consider ways to support those who follow.
And now, a special invitation:
Another wonderful addition that class reunions can contribute are stories.
Given that 2017-18 is the school’s amazing 100th anniversary, sharing stories from such a long history of classes would greatly enrich not only the school, but offer delightful understanding to all our grad years of how experiences at Kits were not only similar to other years and even decades, but also how time changed these experiences.
So we invite you all to gather stories about your experiences at Kits and send them in to share on this website.
It might be easiest to ask reunion organizers to do the gathering of stories given that these people usually have closest contact with their colleagues. Perhaps asking everyone to highlight the happiest of memories, the unhappiest of memories, or perhaps the most unusual or unexpected memories would be an interesting way to start.
The Class of 1997 reunion is taking place at Brockton Oval clubhouse, 7pm on Saturday, June 17.
Tickets can be purchased at http://bit.ly/KitsGrad1997
Class of 1959
On June 6, the class of 1959 gathered at RVYC to renew old friendships. Garth Wheeler urged everyone to join KSSAA. Below are a few pictures from the event.
Every five years, as summertime nears,
An announcement arrives in the mail,
A reunion is planned, it’ll be really grand,
Make plans to attend without fail.
I’ll never forget the first time we met;
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress.
It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,
And everyone thought it was swell.
The men all conversed about who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.
The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.
No one had heard about the class nerd
Who’d guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who’s always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.
The boy we’d decreed ‘most apt to succeed’
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted ‘least’ now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.
They awarded a prize to one of the guys
Who seemed to have aged the least.
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast.
They took a class picture, a curious mixture
Of beehives, crew cuts, and wide ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs.
At our next get-together, no one cared whether
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we’d all gone to pot.
It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.
By the fiftieth year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren’t dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.
And now I can’t wait; they’ve set the date;
Our sixtieth is coming, I’m told.
It should be a ball, they’ve rented a hall
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.
Repairs have been made on my hearing aid;
My pacemaker’s been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;
And I’ve bought a new wig and glass eye.
I’m feeling quite hearty, and I’m ready to party,
I’m gonna dance ’til dawn’s early light.
It’ll be lots of fun; But I just hope that there’s one
Other person who can make it that night.