The first meeting of the 2011 Company of The Lost Colony was held this morning. We convened in the breezeway. The breezeways used to be called "rain shelters" but a few years ago someone decided that the term "rain shelter" might lead people to think that it sometimes rains here and rain is frightening. So they changed the name to breezeways.
It was pouring rain this morning - so we convened in the breezeway. But not because we're frightened of the rain! Because we like the breeze.
The meeting was mostly the usual "welcome blah blah blah" but I enjoyed the heck out of it. Introduction of staff, department heads, principals, the various corps.
Sometimes I feel like the lead character in Kurt Vonnegut's novel "Slaughterhouse 5." I've come unstuck in time. When exec director Michael Hardy was speaking suddenly I traveled back in time and was listening to Bob Knowles give much the same greeting. When the principals were introduced I was clapping for Stacey Maxwell, or Gail Hutchison, or Jack Parrish, or Tim Herman, or YOU, or ... you get the idea.
You're all still here.
Echoes of you in the breezeway.
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ReplyDeleteYou paint such a great picture, I'm really looking forward to reading this all summer! I can see the ghost sitting under the rainshelter, oops, Breezeway, watching the meeting, laughing at the young ones, trying to make the old ones laugh!
-Le Hook(Master Carpenter '78-'80)
Obviously that should read "ghosts" or those who have enjoyed "some mighty fine peaches"
ReplyDelete(Mary here) Can you still smell the creosote in the rain shelters? (I refuse to rename them!) That was always a special "deep sniff" as soon as I'd get to the theatre for the first time (and every day, for that matter). It's not even a great smell, but it was a Colony smell . . .
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