To the editor:
On July 5, my Class of 1958 had a reunion. When I told our daughter and family from Connecticut we were going to Caribou for the Fourth of July, they decided to join us to see the relatives. Their family consists of their boys, ages 11 and 9, and a kitten. We stayed at the Crown Park Inn for a week and the staff couldn’t have been more helpful. At Reno’s for their first meal, a man asked the boys if they fished — which they do. He said his name was Elery and proceeded to give them five flies he had tied.
They came back to the hotel excited and full of stories. “People talk to you that you don’t even know! ” they said. “Did you know, Gram,” they added, “there are signs welcoming your class all over town?” So began their adventure for the week.
We had a family picnic at the farm where my mother and myself were born on the Brown Road. Cousins, aunts and a lot of kids had a wonderful old-fashioned Fourth with baseball games and watermelon.
Every place we stopped we ran into a classmate or old friends. What a joy to go “home” again. My classmates had the spirit of 18-year-olds and, to the group responsible for arrangements, a big thank you. The time and effort to pull off a successful party was appreciated.
I lived in Caribou for two years while my husband was in Vietnam (he had two separate tours) and never thanked my friends and relatives, so this time, I’m a little late for the reunion but thank you, Caribou, for being home.
Westboro, Mass.
