In late 2017, a few emails started appearing in various people's mailboxes. From that day, on January 21, 2018, the following people gathered to begin the process. Much to Linda's chagrin, she became the glue that kept things moving forward. What follows on these pages is the result of that committee
Linda "Izzi" Belpedio
Carol "Delaney" Adamaski
Brudine "Klenzak" Burba
Louis "Roche" Byrom
W. Mark Flodin
Cheryl "Benedikt" Garrett
Mary "Bertuca" Hennig
Wanda "Stadnicki" McKenna
Gloria "Gelb" Russell
Bonnie "Flaska" Vins
Bonnie "VanCura" Wostratzky
and Doug Belpedio
who had no idea that he volunteered
that cold January day.
There are people.
We'd like to see again
Not just some handsome guy or beautiful girl
we might have passed somewhere between
"A Hall and the "G" Wing
But some special people who had touched
our lives in simple ways.
Some without evening knowing it.
Whose names and faces
appear in alphabetical order in our
Morton West High School yearbook.
Or are neatly tucked away in tattered brown
boxes in the attic or basement.
Or are glued upon the yellowing pages of an
old photo album or scrapbook.
They are the friends in our High School Classes.
People whom we found witty, clever or talented.
People who worked with us on the school
newspaper or the Talon Yearbook.
Or the crazy, fun loving "backstage" people
who were always supportive to any of us who
had to sing, dance or act our way through
a Morton theatrical production.
The friends who repeatedly said "break a leg".
Or perhaps, the people we once sacrificed
our vocal cords for cheering them on
at some Morton West sporting event.
It could be the person who shared gym
0r a hall locker next to us--who by years end
had become a treasured friend.
Or maybe that very shy someone who had taken
all four years to make our acquaintance.
It might well be friends who swam next to us
during Swim Club shows or swam into us at Swim Club practices.
It could be the friend who encouraged us to go a
little faster, jump a little higher or tackle a little harder.
That one person who no matter if our team won or lost
always made us feel we did our best.
There are always people we'd like to see again----
People we rallied with before and after school.
The friends who we spent time with in clubs
and after school organizations.
The people we debated or ran against seeking office
for Class or Student Council.
Wonderful people who know the true meaning
of chicken wire, tissue paper and after midnight
each year at Homecoming time.
The friends we studied with, competed against--
sharing and comparing the "A" papers and
complaining about the "D" papers.
The friends who never laughed out loud
when we gave an oral report.
"Or the class clown who did laugh--and we didn't mind it."
Each of us have special people we have always hoped
we'd see again.
It might not even happen.
And probably wouldn't change our lives.
But something in us reacted to something
they said or did.
And there are people we'd like to see again.
If only to say
one more time!
Adaption of a "Merrit Malloy" poem by Deborah Proska
Given at the 50th Class Reunion, September 21, 2019