2019 Party: Update Announcement


No, the date has not been changed; it still is September 28th. Yes, it is still going to be at Gini’s new home at

3739 Calle Casino

San Clemente. 92673

The change is Gini wants you to send your $50 RSVP checks, payable to her and to her home address.

Also, she has a block of rooms reserved at the Hills Hotel under Gini Garner Reunion, with Hong Madison as the contact for $129. This is a very good rate. I made my initial reservation independently for $179.

The Hills Hotel

25205 La Paz Road / Laguna Hills / CA 92653 / United States of America

+1 949-586-5000

info@thelagunahillshotel.com

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The Land That Made Me Me


This poem was forwarded to me from classmate, Suzye Lawson. She and I thought it would be worth sharing.

1950’s version of an E-Mail

Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,
Before the days of Dylan , or the dawn of Camelot.
There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me,

We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince,
Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one’s seen him since.

For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,
Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn.

We danced to ‘Little Darlin,’ and sang to ‘Stagger Lee’
And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many,
And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.

And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see
A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice,
And when they made a movie, they never made it twice..

We didn’t have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three,
Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp,
And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp.

We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T,
And Oprah couldn’t talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had our share of heroes, we never thought they’d go,
At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe.
For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,
And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We’d never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,
And Airplanes weren’t named Jefferson , and Zeppelins were not Led.

And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees,
Madonna was Mary in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We’d never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars,
And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars.

And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and ‘gay’ meant fancy-free,
And dorms were never co-Ed in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We hadn’t seen enough of jets to talk about the lag,
And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag.

And hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea,
And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me.

T-Birds came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks,
And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks.

And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee,
And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues,
We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea
Or prime-time ads for those dysfunctions in the Land That Made Me,
Me.

There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill,
And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill

And middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three,
And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, Me.

But all things have a season, or so we’ve heard them say,
And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A.
They send us invitations to join AARP,
We’ve come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me, Me.

So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans,
And wonder why they’re using smaller print in magazines.
And we tell our children’s children of the way it used to be,
Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me.

If you didn’t grow up in the fiftys,
You missed the greatest time in history,
Hope you enjoyed this read as much as I did.
If So, PLEASE FORWARD this note to
someone who will appreciate these memories…

2017 LHS Summer Reunion Party


It has been quite awhile since I posted anything new on this particular blog. But just in case anyone still monitors it from our class or other LHS alumni, I want to let you know the latest regarding this year’s edition of the LHS Summer Reunion Party hosted by Gini Yegsigian and coordinated by Ron Secory (62) the past few years.

The date has been set – October 7, 2017.

Here is the latest info from Ron. For those of you who are familiar with this party from previous years, note we have expanded the years to include the Class of 1965. So this year, the last year it will be hosted at Gini’s, classes from 1961-1965 are invited. That basically maxes out Gini’s home for the expected number who will be attending.

Here is the latest flyer.

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Below is some additional information from Ron.

Hello Classmates,

My first note is to say that we have not heard from anyone in the ’65 class. The contact I had from Juliene has not responded to my email. So if anyone knows who is the contact point for ’65, please have them get in touch with me.

I have attached a flyer for you to send with your emails to your class. There will be more details on the next one about “The Hills” hotel where Gini is coordinating to block a dozen or so rooms for LHS people. Out-of-towners loved this and we had 10-12 people stay there last year including myself. They discounted the rate by about $20 per night. The hotel has a bar, restaurant and dance floor and we all meet on Fri night for a fun pre-party. Please include this info in your email to classmates.

Important items to note:

  1. This is the last year at Gini’s home. There may still be parties after that (we hope) but none at her home. A big thanks to her for hosting this for 4 years. So don’t miss this one.
  2. 2-3 more flyers to come with more details as we plan. Just look for them as we will spread them out.
  3. As I have been in charge of trying to keep track of those coming and those not; those who have paid and those who have not…we are changing the procedure slightly. As is mentioned on the flyer, we want all payments/checks to go directly to me instead of Gini. This will make it easier for me to tally. Please point this out in your emails.
  4. Any information, concerns, or questions can be sent directly to Gini or me if you like.

Hope to see all of you there.

Ron Secory  ’62

For those of you who have not attended previous Summer Reunion Parties, you have really missed out. Ask anyone who has attended in the past, and they will definitely confirm that this is one LHS alumni party you do not want to miss!

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Hope to see you all there.

Take Care,

Don Stouder(63)

 

Ted Leverette for President


I received this email from Ted, regarding the 3rd Annual LHS Class of 1961-1964 Summer Reunion Party.

It is too early for me to endorse any candidate yet. 🙂

I wish I could be there but this is keeping me busy!

http://partneroncall.com/ted-j-leverette-for-president/

If you’ve had enough Electile Dysfunction, support Ted J. Leverette for president!

Feel free to share this with our classmates.

This is my new email: tedjleverette@comcast.net

Best wishes,

Ted Leverette

 

Base Jumping Started in Hawthorne


Did you know that the sport of Base Jumping started in Hawthorne by Carl Boenish? I didn’t. I came across this in a post on Facebook, so I thought I would share it here for those of you who are not on Facebook.

http://cnnpressroom.blogs.cnn.com/…/television-premiere-fo…/

On January 17th, CNN is going to televise the movie, “Sunshine Superman”, that tells the story of Carl and Jean Boenish.

Steve Cirillo Passed Away


I just received word via Facebook that classmate, Steve Cirillo, has died suddenly of a heart attack. He will be missed by those of us who had the pleasure of knowing him in high school and were able to stay in touch with him throughout the years since then. My personal condolences to his sister, Linda.

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