|Francesco (Frank) Reda||
Joined Nov 1 2009
63 years old
DAMN! After looking through everyone's pics from the reunion and recognizing so many faces I am so overwhelmed with memories and emotions that I think I'll have to take a sick day just to be able to process all of this! PLEASE keep posting more pictures and IF anyone should have video of the evening I'd love to see it! Ciao! :-)
Well. hello everyone! This whole 35th Anniversary blast from the past is so surreal! On one hand 35 years have indeed passed since our last appearance on the same "stage". On the other, it feels like time simply stopped and that it was just yesterday that Miss Gendron taught us how to use the Ouija board, Mr. Spina tried to hypnotize us, and that sexy (or was it just me who thought that? ;-) Mrs. Tisdale had us write yet another short story based on random titles she wrote on the board every class.
Anyhow, I can't believe this is the first reunion our graduating class has ever had; but such is life. The ripples spread out in all directions and sometimes it does take 35 long years for them to return to their point of origin; then it seems that but a moment has passed, High school must be one of the most delightfully dysfunctional times of our lives. Such close relationships are forged and then suddenly, overnight, arbitrarily,and without any REAL warning, the show's over, the curtain closes, and everyone goes off in directions they could never have foreseen, for the next 35 years!
Later, one day and as if by magic--around Halloween of all times--the spectres of times past arise and once again reach out to each other! My God, this is far more intriguing than the lost years of Jesus!
I DO hope to get into contact with as many of you as possible. Please feel free to contact me at [email protected]
Frank (till 1980)
Francis (as of 1980)
Francesco (since the mid-90s) Domenico Reda
p.s. I was never called Frank, Franco, or even Francesco at home--
even though my mother did name me after San Francesco di Paola--
to my family I am, always have been, and always will be: Mimmo--
(short for Domenico, my maternal grandfather)--
but more often than not it's been Mimmuzzu, Mimmu, Mi, Micù,
Mimmuzziallu. Micuzziallu, Micuzzu--and I'm sure I'm forgetting some!--
but NEVER Mimi! Thank God!
And you always thought I was just Frank! :-)
I'm sure you all have stories to tell about "your name" as well...care to share?