Pasco Senior High School
Class of 1964
|•||Kay Foley Johnson 2/26|
|•||Les (Lester) R. Morris (Left PHS In 62) 2/24|
|•||Claudia Wanamaker Aldrich 2/23|
|•||Lorie Walleston McMasters 2/22|
|•||Sandy Parnell Hunstein 2/21|
WHERE WE LIVE
Who lives where - click links below to find out.
2 live in Alaska
8 live in Arizona
1 lives in Arkansas
11 live in California
1 lives in Florida
2 live in Hawaii
3 live in Idaho
1 lives in Illinois
1 lives in Louisiana
1 lives in Massachusetts
1 lives in Michigan
1 lives in Minnesota
1 lives in Mississippi
3 live in Nevada
1 lives in New Jersey
1 lives in Ohio
16 live in Oregon
1 lives in Pennsylvania
7 live in Texas
1 lives in Utah
1 lives in Virginia
135 live in Washington
1 lives in Viet Nam
74 location unknown
|•||Rod Agassiz 3/7|
|•||Doyle Pooler 3/15|
|•||Sandy Parnell Hunstein 3/20|
|•||John Stucky 3/20|
|•||Doug Salvadalena 3/23|
|•||Sharon Bell Crosby 3/25|
|•||Marsha Weber Schuman 3/27|
|•||Helen Rogers Pudwill 3/28|
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Welcome to the Pasco, Washington High School Class of 1964 Website
Our 50th class reunion is scheduled for September 19-21, 2014. Classmates can register by clicking on "50th Reunion Registration" found at the top of the left-hand column of our home page.
Why I Am Attending My 50th High School Class Reunion?
I am now 68 years old. I can’t help it; it just worked out that way. I try to put the brakes on, but I just keep on screeching forward. And now I find myself asking the existential questions much more often: Why am I here? What is really important? What should I be doing now?
I know that all of us have different answers for these nagging questions. For some it is nurturing our children and grandchildren. For others it is being creative. For still others, it is serving God. I can’t argue with any of those intentions. It seems to me that they are all noble conquests. But for me, there is one word that encompasses all ambitions. That word is relationships. Grandparents want to be in relationship with their grandchildren. Artists want to be in relationship with their patrons. Believers want to be in relationship with their God.
Relationships. That is why I am attending my 50th high school class reunion. I want to wrap my arms around my old friends, and people who should have been my friends, but who I somehow missed when I roamed the halls of Pasco High School. I’d like to reminisce and laugh about our mischievous and occasionally reckless days of childhood and adolescence. I’d like to say, “It is so good to see you again and to hear your story”—and, perhaps for the first time, truly mean it.
Why am I attending my 50th high school reunion? Yes, certainly for the relationships, but also for the celebrations. There is so much to extol: the romances, the careers, the accolades, and even—perhaps especially—the life challenges.
I have found that our classmates are a modest and humble community. They feel uncomfortable, when I mention their triumphs—especially their victories over adversity. I have already written about some of these people, who are now gone, people who I knew and valued as my friends: Larry Richwine, Karen Conant, Larry Thomas, John Anderson. Their words of courage and wisdom and warmth still echo in my mind and spirit.
Then, I’m happy to report, there are those of us who are still enthusiastically exploring the wonders of this life on earth. And although I am often moved by their stories and examples, I will not embarrass them by calling them out. But please, my fellow classmates, know that they are real—with no exceptions—and that they merit every moment that you can give them on a weekend that will surely be heartbreakingly ephemeral.
There is an 1969 Peggy Lee song entitled “Is that all there is?” It’s a haunting and, ultimately, depressing song. The chorus goes:
Is that all there is?
If that’s all there is my friends, then let’s keep dancing.
Let’s break out the booze and have a ball,
If that’s all there is.
I’ve never liked the sentiment of the song. I don’t think life is meant to be dispensed by “doing stuff” and certainly not by anesthetizing ourselves with booze or some other addiction of choice. Peggy Lee had it all wrong (to be more precise, the songwriters, Leiber and Stoller). She was searching for “it,” that something that gives meaning. In the end she was distracted and demoralized by life’s inevitable disappointments.
If you will indulge me for a moment, I think I know what “it” is: It is relationships and the celebration of relationships. And that is why I am attending my 50th high school class reunion.
I sure hope I will see you there! I’m looking forward to hearing your stories.
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