|In the summer of 1993, half of the 42 women I graduated from high school with gathered for our 25th reunion. The class of ’68 hadn’t convened in 10 years and there was much to catch up on. We had lunch by the pool at our old campus — now a junior college — and then went out to dinner at a nearby Chinese restaurant. The next day my friend Roseann called in tears saying she didn’t want the reunion to end.
Left to right: Roseann, me, Mary, Denise, Jane and Shannon at our sixth reunion in Bend, Ore., 1999.
I decided to organize a weekend to keep the momentum going and invited several girlfriends to a beach house in Bandon that fall. We spent the last weekend in September crabbing, cooking, drinking wine, laughing and getting to know each other again. The house literally sat on the sand, with a beautiful stone fireplace and a deck overlooking the waves. We had a memorable weekend and vowed to do it again the next year.
And we have for 17 years! We’ve cancelled only twice, in 2001 after 9/11, and in 2008 when we invited the entire class for our 40th reunion.