Calling All Girls

Calling All Girls” - A Message from Our Class President - Beebe Bromeyer Roberts -

“Knee Deep, Knee Deep, Knee Deep” –calling all rooty toot ’62 girls of the Institute to OUR 50th reunion.  If you’re like me, I’ll bet none of us could have imagined this day approaching, especially when I look back at our smiling faces in the Chronicle’s Senior Year pictures when we thought that even being as old as twenty- one would never, ever happen.   Graduation from Mary was a milestone of our being thrown into adulthood, etched on our memories’ hard drives. Remember our 25th reunion.   Seems like last year. Then, we felt, maybe, forty and a bit fading, but a 50th reunion was light year miles away, and would never, ever happen.  They say time flies the older one gets.  Now, we’re approaching seventy –okay, fading and feeling less than “spring chickens, but still the old Mary spark keeps us with that “Rock Around the Clock” drive.  We need that drive, what with many of us being grandmothers who have grandchildren; Kimmy’s adorable baby picture as our class mascot reminds us that we always had the right stuff.

Our ’62 Chronicle theme back then, as developed by our capable co-editors, Carolyn and Jeannie, was music –but really in “The Book of Love,” rock and roll—and our class song was “This Could Be the Start of Something Big.”  Well, no kidding.  We rocked.  Of course, Mr. Beasley and our teachers knew our potential and what we were capable of.  He wisely wrote these words of guidance in the Foreword, fifty years ago.  “When you apprehensively scan this book before your 25th reunion, and again before your 50th, reunion may each of you have the satisfaction of knowing that at least the composition of your life was your own, and you had not simply spent your time playing back what others have recorded.”  Hopefully, we have each strived to develop our own uniqueness, and have been true to who we are while pursuing happy and meaningful lives. Well, poor Mick said, “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction,” but I believe we have.

The 50th.  Here it is, with much meaning for me, and I hope for you as well  --a time for remembering and reaffirming our footsteps through the paths we have chosen, while renewing the closeness and camaraderie of those years that we shared at Mary, and hardships and happiness afterwards.  Most especially enjoying those special friendships fostered through many years of growing up together.     How many people can claim a classmate who was an ardent admirer of Charles Lindbergh (Louise) or had a creative President of the Knee Deep Club (Cille)? Yet, in just a short time, all those various paths will, I hope, lead back to Mary, and our being together again. 

Now, I know some may dread and think of avoiding our 50th because they believe that their lives haven’t turned out as well as they would have wished.  Hey.  Wait up.  It’s not about comparing, but rather coming together to share histories and learning about each other’s journeys.   To be honest, I had much anxiety about the 25th.  After another twenty-five years, I’m flat out shaking in my boots about the 50th.  Why?  I have to give the speech at the alumni luncheon.  Not having lived in Saint Louis since I left for college, I have lost touch with everyone, and my memories (as well as my mind) have faded through the years.  That’s not to say that some vivid, shall I say, Hollywood trailers are still there:  Trent’s hair streaming out in the wind as she flew down the road in her orange T Bird; spend the night parties with all the hoopla at Charla and Betsy’s houses where Hag, Zepp, Pisa Lettus, George, and Franceborall all lived up to their nicknames.  Whoo hoo!

So, given that my memories are rather limited, though clear, what I need is help from you.  Give me suggestions, memories, or any ideas you would like to contribute to make the speech about as many of us as possible.  I’d love some funny touching, and memorable stories about the good ol’ days when things were “Rockin’ Around the Clock “to let the audience know who we were then as well as who we are now --“Little Darlin’s”’ with “Short Fat Fannies” who sent every boy to “Heartbreak Hotel” where they saw “A Thousand Stars” thinking “Love Is Strange” --stories about your experiences at Mary.  In a slightly different vein, what about stories about our grown up selves who tie us to our Mary pasts? Remember Diana who delighted in a good argument and is now a lawyer who –you finish the story. Whatever you have, send it to me.  Don’t leave me hanging out to dry –a “Little Help From My Friends,” please.

As Maya Angelon so well stated, “People will not remember what you said or what you did, but how you made them feel.”  I’m not in Hillary’s league, but I want everyone to leave with feelings they won’t forget.  Which brings me to an important point.  You won’t have feelings for me or I for you if you aren’t there.  Don’t leave me with no feelings; be there for all of us.  "Only You" can make sure there are no “Tears on my Pillow.”

So, let’s make plans to have the biggest, “Whole Lotta Shakin’“ party ever – to smooze with our gal pals, talk about how things are “So Fine,” maybe spill a few “Lonely Teardrops,” and catch up on the last fifty years.

E-mail me at broberts66@gmail.com, call or text 205-305-1087 or ring me at home 205-979-2429.

“Sincerely,”

Beebe