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Show Class reunion revives memories ( By MARCKLLA WALKER Iist Friday was my class reunion at BYU. I won't tell you which one it was but they only hold reunions on ten years and 25 years before they get into the higher numbers. You guess which one it was. I was asked to serve on the committee for the reunion. We began meeting together way last April. We spent the bulk of those early meetings discussing a few old memories. We finally decided that 1958 was a very g(xd year. (Oops, I let the year out of the bag.) Naturally, I was assigned to publicity. Everyone always assigns me to publicity and it would be nice to let someone else do it for a change. Carol Forester, also of Pleasant GroVe, and I were assigned to do the first letter notifying everyone in the class that we had a reunion upcoming and for them to set Oct. 14 aside for it. The alumni office at BYU does the bulk of the leg work so that really helps a great deal. When the second notification came out with ! . . WehadadLVri JeendoftW.L llit At the SSfv Ambassadors ,n W antic. It Mr the registration form and other information to fill out, the committee became concerned that so few responses were coming back. A telephone campaign showed that many people did not even know about the reunion and had not read any info about it. At first I though there had been a big oversight and these people had not received their letters. Maybe we better send out the invites all over again, I considered. Then, my brain flipped into place and I began to wonder if perhaps the people received the notice after all, saw a BYU envelope and knowing that alumni get requests for money all the time, just tossed it into the round file without opening it. I'd be willing to bet that that is what happened to a lot of them. Anyway, it turned out we had a good reunion with a good crowd. Barry McKay, if any of you remember him, he is brother to Gunn McKay, the former congressman", and Monroe McKay who is a judge, was the master of ceremonies. He had dug up all kinds of memories of those wonderful years at BYU. He told about the guy that ch loro formed acatandputitonthe keyboard for the carillon bells When the poor thing came to at 2 a.m. it ran up and down the keys and the bells played to the consternation of all those in charge. I remember that. And he told of someone stealing the victory bell just before the Utah State game. Wonder who took it? I remember that, too. I turned to my husband after I had spent quite some time looking at each face in the crowd. I told him |