The Great All Class High School Reunion happens this weekend! Every six years or so, as the Fourth of July falls close enough to a weekend, like Friday or Monday, the East Liverpool High School Alumnae Association throws a magnificent party welcoming all high school alumns back to town. There are massive tents set up at the corner of Fifth and Broadway and in the Elks parking lot at Broadway and St. Clair and every party venue in town is booked by graduating classes.
Bands and acts from town and out of town are booked to play the tents. The population of town grows from a sleepy 15, 000 to around 50,000 for the party. There's a 10k run, a golf outing, the Old Guard Luncheon for folks who graduated in 1956 and before, a talent show, and a Grand Parade on Saturday followed by, you guessed it, fireworks.
During the last All Class I was the chairman of the Memory Lane committee. I made a video showing photos from the yearbook (The Keramos) and local newspapers accompanied by music from each decade. We projected the video on the ceilings of the party tents and displayed it on the billboard sized television we raffled off.
Everyone coming home seems to want three things. Glazed donuts from L&B Donuts (they put about a stick of butter into each donut and they are, arguably the finest pastries in the Tri-State area), chili dogs from the Hot Dog Shoppe (you know it's classy by the way they spell "Shoppe") and Orlando's pizza, which ain't there no more so tough.
The school crest:
is dutifully duplicated by stencil in front of local businesses.
The town gets as spruced up as humanly possible. Weed eaters have been droning along since Sunday morning and sidewalks have been swept to within an inch of their lives. Even Scotty's bar is sporting a new Potter Blue and White paint job.
Friday evening we all gather in front of the clock tower:
for the recognition of distinguished alumnae. One of my dear old friends from the Class of '75 is recognized this year.
So, I'll be busy this weekend getting my reunion on, as the young folks say. If you're in my neck of the woods, do stop by! It's a barrel of fun!