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Yes, you can go home again!
By Michael Marshall Brown
BELLOWS FALLS, VERMONT – My friends and business colleagues here in Ohio can’t comprehend the energy, passion and unique pride that goes into the annual Alumni Association Reunion weekend hosted each June in Bellows Falls.
It almost defies description among people who perhaps have only one or two high school classmates connected on facebook or whatever. This is the reality check in Bellows Falls on what are the true face to face social network connections.
We have an all-class party on Friday night (EVERY year), then specific class dinners (we just celebrated our 40th class reunion party) and then on Father’s Day everyone enjoys a giant parade of fabulous float, bands and marchers in front of at least 5,000 people.
All of this in a tiny little village where less than 3,000 hardy souls live year-round? Yes, it’s amazing by any level of participation.
The best way I can describe the incredible spirit is to describe not just the sights of the weekend but the sounds.
While pictures tell a thousand stories, so say wise men centuries ago, for a modern-day “flatlander” from far away now, the most beautiful and enriching way to connect were the sounds absorbed during the alumni weekend.
My thoughts, focused acutely about sounds, started on an early Saturday morning, sitting in an old wooden rocking chair on a porch. Most of Bellows Falls was sound asleep and recovering from the annual Friday night dance and party where BF alumni ranging from 18 to 88 gathered to celebrate the good life.
I had driven 12 hours from Ohio the night before, didn’t party too overly late, and so was wide awake sitting on this porch. The first sound I noticed was the creak of the old chair that Mother Mary Hadley favored for decades before she left this world of incredible musical and community giving earlier this year. It was my honor to stay at her house with the Hadley family and to sit quietly and respectful in her chair.
The sound of a train coming up the big river reminded me of the old-days when Steamtown was one of the biggest tourist attractions in the state of Vermont. What a loss that was to the regional economy (the largest collection of steam engines in the world) and why can’t we get it back?
A flock of geese flew over. Vermont is so nice most of the year they don’t migrate.
Then I heard little children out front, a short bike ride from Central Elementary School. This is the brick school where I was selected to play taps the week John F. Kennedy was assassinated. That is a sound I’ll never forget.
The little kids last weekend were giggling and asking each other what country this car with an Ohio license plate came from. They struggled to say O-H-I-O.
There were frequent sounds of domestic abuse; angry and ugly talk from up on the hill. Bellows Falls is far from a perfect place to live and grow up now. It was indeed almost perfect back in the good old days.
The St. Charles church bells chiming reminded me of so many funerals, weddings and special events over the many years. But all these sounds were not about mourning and being sad. It was a time of celebration.
Later that same day, I met with classmates at the famous Ms. Bellows Falls Diner. For a moment, I could hear the sounds of Big George Kiniry, my father Richard E. Brown, and Richard Comtois, coming in for the first-morning of deer hunting season in Vermont. These were sounds burned into my memory about 50 years ago. The diner hasn’t changed a bit; food was still good, so were the people.
Our breakfast party of two Hadleys and one incredible Sue Stack left for a little road trip. We visited some very important people and their spirits at Oak Hill Cemetery. Yes, sadly, our little town of Bellows Falls has endured more than its share of early and tragic deaths. The sound of our light laughter mixed with some tears made pleasant and respectful sounds at that hallowed setting.
After we paid our respects, we drove through Saxtons River and Grafton, and we chattered and rambled on like young school children.
Vermont never looked more beautiful with its spring green thanks to a late warm-weather season and much rain. The startling damage to houses, roads and bridges was still apparent long after the ravages of Irene. We stared quietly and in awe of the power of nature run amuck.
But on this day, the clear waters of the Saxtons River made peaceful babbling sounds. In my mind I could hear the sound of my pal Don Bruce’s spinning real as he battled a big brown trout in the deep waters near the Village of Saxtons River. That was only 44 years ago.
In Grafton village by the Inn we stood amid the beautiful outdoor setting and wondered quietly and then verbally why so many other people from around the area, the nation and the world were not also with us here in this cherished setting. We thought out loud how our classmate Don Bruce had a wonderful opportunity now as the new Inn Keeper in Grafton. We’ll be back in the future.
Driving back, the giggles of little kids caught our attention. They were offering a car wash to raise money for a class trip to some far-away place. Sue, plus Ken and Aynn, didn’t need to say anything as we watched the kids spray themselves, laugh, and do their best in washing a stranger’s cars. What were we hearing and watching? They were us a long time ago.
Life goes by so quickly. The next time you wash your car, do something radical in this fast-paced techno world. Do it yourself, and spray your spouse, neighbors, kids or grand-kids just a wee bit. There’s nothing better than the sounds of giggles over a car wash.
The alumni parties were non-stop conservation; such a natural buzz to listen to so many good stories old and new. It wasn’t about how fancy a car you drive or how much money you make. It’s about what have you done for fun lately.
At our 40th Class Reunion dinner, we all stood for a champagne toast to salute the 14 classmates no longer with us on this planet. It was a happy, respectful and emotional moment all in one. All of those we lost gave us so much value then and they continue to do so now.
As we toasted, I heard the sounds of long-lost classmate Scott Semonite tinkering with the wind speedometer on his bicycle. The sounds of Jane Cote’s laughter filled my head. Paul Stack’s quiet and strong way of “making right” was a memory as fresh as yesterday. These are just some of the enduring classmates we lost so early.
At the parade, I wore my original purple graduation gown and my 1973 class ring from way back when. A stranger at the parade (there really aren’t any strangers on Alumni Weekend) came up to me and asked to take a photo. She told me I looked a little mature to be a BF High graduate!
Halfway through marching with what would become the Grand Prize winner as best float in the famed parade, I stopped on my old street corner of Henry and Atkinson. My Dad was there to watch for the 62nd year in a row. And he didn’t even graduate from BF! He came from the “big city” of Brattleboro.
My Dad and I posed for a group photo with classmate Paul Obuchowski, who literally is Mr. Bellows Falls these days, making sure the Alumni classic remains strong.
So when I was driving far west back to Ohio after the Alumni weekend, there naturally wasn’t much chance to close my eyes. But my ears and memory banks are infused with fresh sounds and great memories old and new.