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Hail, Greyhounds! Following are some memories from the good old SHS days from SHS'57 Classmates.
SHS Memories

Please send us some of your great memories for the rest of us to enjoy! Just send them to cr8events@aol.com.

Thanks! We'll be waiting to reminisce with you!

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"Ketchup" with Phyllis Friebert  3-2012

Aloha all you long-time friends! 

First, it was December and I readied my holiday cards into which to slip my "ketchup" letter to you all. Then it was February, and the missive was to be a Valentine greeting. Now it’s March and finally, here I am, but the greetings and wishes that this finds you all happy and in good health stay the same.

Mort and I have found our rythyms in our Eden and are both doing exactly what we want- what gives us pleasure and fulfills us in extraordinary ways (well almost- cooking no longer does it for me- but there IS some satisfaction gained in eating well!).

At eighty (in August), Mort’s playing tennis several times a week if he’s lucky enough to be called, is walking the beach daily, and tutors math to high schoolers at a private academy very close to our house (all volunteer, of course- it’s giving back time.). He derives tremendous satisfaction from the latter- I say ugh! Teenagers! Been there, done that! He remains very fit- never gets sick but then, both of us feel better than ever in our lives and are convinced that we’ll live longer and productively here because of the climate and aloha way of life.

We had a delightful week with Elizabeth Tyler this winter and only wished she’d stay longer. It was so wonderful to have sustained time with her and begin to truly get to know her. You know, we see each other at reunions, sometimes and lunches, and other get togethers, but the luxury of a week together is still a rarity, but so very treasured. She’s amazing, by the way and we found we had so much in common.

So now, Jean and Dave Johnson, John and Kye Kierzkowski and Amy and Larry Weiss (both couples for too brief a time) have visited with us, and John and Susan Noble spent time with us both on Molokai and the Big Island before we moved here permanently. What a treat! We’re waiting for the rest of you to show up at our door (a bit of notice, please) so we can share our lovely island with you and get to know you after all these years.

They say, the good writers do, that often their characters write themselves and it’s only up to the author to keep up with their paces. That’s the way that I feel with this “new” person emerging out of me. She’s surprising me often and taking paths I’d never considered before in my life.

One thing I’m doing that I’d only dabbled in prior to our relocation is turning my photos into greeting cards and selling them at various venues on the island. It’s great fun- not too many in volume so I don’t feel stressed about the “business”.

But mostly, this new character has become enamored with gardening! Can you beat that! Even though my parents had a lovely garden, playing in the dirt held no interest for me in my entire adult life, except for now. Suddenly, doing just that I’m passionate about!

So aside from continuing to volunteer for Pacific Whale Foundation, working both in the retail store and on the whale watching boats (poor me!), I volunteer (as does Mort) for Maui Cultural Lands, participating in the restoration of an 800 year old farming village tucked away into the HOnokowai Valley, deep in the West Maui Mountains. It’s a magical place, very spiritual, indeed. One can almost feel the spirits who came before us as we weed and plant and harvest each week. And- two days a week , I drive an hour plus (considered VERY far on Maui) to the Ali’I Kula Lavender Farm, 4,000 feet up the slopes of Haleakala, again to weed and play in the dirt. It’s a 14 acre botanical garden-protea, magnolia, avocado, olive trees, many many succulents, etc... everything you’d ever want to see that can be grown at that altitude on Maui. It’s also a magical place- the people, the visitors, the gardens, and the VIEW- (from there, one can see the entire valley of the island, stretching from one coast to another and directly across lie the West Maui Mountains. Ah, heaven! I leave there filthy dirty, dog tired, and sorry to be leaving each time I volunteer.

 Just the tip of the iceberg., to be sure. It’s impossible to describe, in a simple letter, the profound effect this island life has had on both of us. Tho, I must tell you that the spirit of aloha is alive and well and isn’t just a trite saying expressed in song, poetry, and every day hellos and goodbyes. It’s a deep and complicated way of life which, for us, brings out the best of us. It involves a lifetime of practice and study. It has, as I said before, a profound impact on us.

So again, I hope this finds you well and happy and doing what you love. I look forward to reuniting at the 55th gathering at the end of September, once again at Lake Geneva. Please, please, consider coming! I find it so difficult to comprehend where the time has gone since our 50th- wasn’t that just last year? The reunions, for me, become more meaningful the older we get. What I really treasure is the history we have and the amazing ability to stay connected after lo, so many years.

Much aloha. “Til September, then!

Phyllis

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Here's a great photo of those Classmates who attended the 50th Reunion in 2007 --- You don't want to miss being in the photo taken at this year's 55th Reunion, Saturday, September 29, 2012!

  See anyone you recognize?  

Check out the Reunion Details page on this web site.

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Have you always wondered what the

Wisconsin Longitudinal Study

conducted by the University of Wisconsin, Madison

  from 1957 is all about?  Maybe this article appearing in the Journal/Sentinel in December, 2010!

We have become known as the "Happy Days" generation!
 

Several students from the SHS Class of '57 have been involved in this study done by the University of Wisconsin since we graduated!  This recap shows the trends of education, family life, health, and offspring over the past 55 years.  This information is used in producing surveys, comparable studies and comparisons showing behaviors in certain age brackets.  When an article is written showing behaviors of seniors (also known as "seasoned" citizens) the writer often uses statistics from this Study as a comparison.

Now the Class of '57 is being surveyed to see how we are handling the second "Great Depression!"

"Survey maps the life of a generation"

Hope you enjoyed this update on the 

Wisconsin Longitudinal Study of the Class of '57

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You Need to be from Wisconsin to Appreciate This: 

The year is 2016 and the United States has just elected the first woman president, who happens to be from Wisconsin .  A few days after the election the president-elect, whose name is Susan, calls her Father and says, 'So, Dad, I assume you will be coming to my inauguration?'

'I don't think so.  It's an 18 hour drive."

'Don't worry about it Dad, I'll send Air Force One.  And a limousine will pick you up at your door.'

'I don't know.  Everybody will be so fancy.  What would your mother wear?'

Oh Dad," replies Susan, 'I'll make sure she has a wonderful gown custom-made by the best designer in Washington ..'

'Honey,' Dad complains, 'you know I can't eat those rich foods you eat.' Do they serve tap beer ????

The President-to-be responds, 'Don't worry Dad.  The entire affair will be handled by the best caterer in Washington , I'll ensure your meals are salt

free.  You and mom just have to be there.'

So Dad reluctantly agrees and on January 20, 2017, Susan is being sworn in as President of the United  States .  In the front row sits the new president's Dad and Mom.  Dad noticing the senator sitting next to him leans over and whispers, 'You see that woman over there with her hand on the Bible, becoming President of the United States .'

The Senator whispers back, 'You bet I do.'

Dad says proudly, "Her brother played football for the Green Bay Packers."

 Proudly shared by Fred Bloom from sunny Florida, but still a Packer fan!

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REMEMBERING

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, 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 learned to gut a muffler, we washed our hair at dawn, We spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the lawn.. We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince, And Eddie Fisher married Liz , and no one's seen him since. 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. 

Buicks 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 fifty-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 fifties, 
you missed the greatest time in history. 
Hope you enjoyed this read as much as I did. 

Courtesy of Jock Sutherland (1/2012)

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In Memoriam

With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week. Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey", died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.