Bev Breault calls herself “a proud Westporter.” She hasn’t lived here for a long time — but she still loves her hometown. (And keeps up with it via “06880.”)
The other day, she was here for her 60th Staples reunion. The classes of 1951 and ’52 got together for what Bev says were “4 days of partying.” Harry Truman may have been president when they graduated, but they know how to rock the house.
Bev sent along some thoughts. They’re not about the reunion — no one really cares about those stories, unless you were the one reuning. Instead, they’re about her beloved Westport.
The Staples High School that the classes of 1951 and ’52 remember.
“I drove all around, and found the town gorgeous,” she says. “Plantings and flowers all over (donated, I assume, by various nurseries.)
“There’s new facing on downtown stores. I found the salespeople absolutely gracious.”
Bev also says the women “looked like Stepford Wives. Tennies, racquets, long straight hair pulled back in a pony tail.”
But wait! Don’t hit the “Comment” button quite yet.
“Don’t I wish I could run around like that!” Bev says. “I’m not criticizing. I love my Westport!”
Bev Breault (far right) enjoys the beach — and all of Westport — along with (from left) Judy Morlen Mott, Jessie Thompson Huberty and Dale Brock Wortley.
Many of her 60 fellow reunion-goers shared her good feelings. (They also wished the Westport Inn would cut them a break on price.)
In fact — I know I said wouldn’t report on the event, but these almost-80-somethings deserve some props — though they’d planned on this as their final reunion, everyone said “no way.” They’re already planning the next one.
“Are we still alive?” Bev asks.
“You bet!”
And — with the bravado of every class ever to graduate from Staples (or anywhere) — Bev says, “Our combined ‘5 and ’52 classes are a legend in our own time. I can’t think of any older class that has followed through like us. Here we go again planning for more!”
Tennis, anyone?
class of 1972 was pretty awesome too! Missing westport!
Wow, I’m impressed . . . four days of partying on their 60th. I’m flying up for my 65th in three weeks, and one afternoon of catching up is about our limit.But those that can, should.
Gary, I understand you & I live in the same town now told through a mutual friend
I’m in Sarasota, FL ( actually University Park ). Where are you?
WILKINSON WOODS between Bee Ridge & Proctor. Joan Simons Constantikes told me to look you up.
I was in your back yard, almost literally, this morning. My M.D. is on Bee Ridge. I’m sure you know that Joan now has another last name to add.
My email is garbun@comcast.net
What a beautiful and inspiring group of women!
thank you TweetieJo. Six of us travel somewhere together once a year even though we each live in different states!