1936

Carrying on after the enjoyable Gibney Reception in Little Compton, R.I., late in June, the class of '36 Conviviality Group moved their place of celebration to Phyl England's newly discovered coastal hideaway in South Freeport, Maine. Once only the home of the "We never close" sporting goods and camping equipment institution L.L. Bean, Freeport has now spawned some 75 quality outlets, fashioned into somewhat of a giant shopping mall, and can hardly be called a sleepy little New England village. But out at Phyl's it is an entirely different world. Well off the main road and secretly stashed away in the woods, high on a rocky cliff, it provides a serene but spectacular panorama of the northwestern corner of Casco Bay.

The more than 60 classmates or associates assembled were so engrossed in general conversation, horizon watching, and enjoying the sunshine that they almost forgot that the occasion was the annual '36 Lobster Fest. But when the mountains of bright red lobsters showed up and the fixings appeared there was a massive migration to the food line and the party began in earnest.

It was good to see some friends we hadn't talked with since the 50th—Dottie Olson,Evie Young, Peg Lancaster. MadineMorton looked really hale and hearty. To Paul Guibord, Clay Mellor, and Bill Macurda go special thanks for their KP duties (amply coached by Phyl's daughter, Beth).

The affair was held on a Wednesday to avoid the usual summer weekend traffic crunch. The midweek date didn't lessen the crowd or the enthusiasm, but it did seem to me that the Maine roads on Wednesday were just as crowded with vacationers as they have been on previous Saturdays. After the food disappeared and all of the ice had melted, there was still time for some of the girls to make the rounds of a few of the in-town shops. The Hills, Builters, and Kapplers spent the night at the New Meadows Inn at West Bath —and were joined in the evening byjane and Al Gibney and Abby and Bill Niss for dinner and an unofficial executive committee meeting.

Things have been rather quiet on the Cape this summer—must be the heat and the humidity. A dislocated shoulder put a crimp in my golf schedule for six weeks (and ?. convenient excuse for my high handicap)! I haven't seen the squire of Cotuit, Joe Millimet, or Dean Nicholson, though I am told both of them have been on the Cape from time-to-time. Bill and Anna Wyman visited with Dean and Eunice a while back and report that Dean plans to run in the Falmouth road race again this year. From a humble beginning back in 1973 with only 92 runners braving the wind and the rain in what was called the Falmouth "Marathon," it has now grown to feature 5,500 entrants, prize money, TV, etc. Dean will have quite a bit of company in his age group but says all he wants to do is to finish the 7.1 miles before sundown.

To continue the "girdled earth" syndrome: Jeri and Ray Builter have a new address: Apt. 103, 245 Unquowa Road, Fairfield, CT 06432, telephone 203/2548746; and Marj and Milt Johnston have forsaken the lawn mower in Connecticut and are now in New' London, N.H., on the shores of Lake Sunapee. Your secretary has a new phone number, 508/477-2463, and a slightly new address, as follows.

31 Godfrey Road, Mashpee, MA 02649