The Class of 1970 at the Clovelly Hotel, September 2010
Anthony Cordato (1970) reports on the class of 1970 reunion held in September 2010:
1970 was a very significant year. Jimi Hendrix played for the last time, the Corcord flew at supersonic speed for the first time, Richard Nixon was president of the USA, and the class of 1970 left Sydney Boys High School.
Last Friday night, the class of ’70 had its 40 year reunion.
And so it was, with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation, that I climbed the stairs to the function room at the Clovelly Hotel, to greet the greying and balding members of the class of ‘70. Fortunately, my first task was to write my name on label and stick it onto my jacket. Without name labels, the night would have been a long and frustrating exercise of recognising faces and voices (voices never change, do they?) and trying to put names to those faces.
We had all the professions represented – medicine, law, engineering, architecture, dentistry, banking, teaching and accounting. There was saddle maker. As yet, there were very few retirees.
Some boys talked of the glory days at school – the teachers, the sport and the muck up day when some of the boys bought cases of rotten tomatoes from the markets, and decided that these tomatoes were for throwing, not for eating.
Other boys talked of their families – there were the early starters like Neil who married his high school sweetheart and had children in their mid 30s, and at the other end were the late starters like Geoff who did not find the right girl until he was 40 and had children in their early teens. They were all proud of their families.
They talked of what work they did. Wayne, told me he does great business selling petrol driven power generators to Grey Nomads who have solar panels on top of their vans. He explained that they like to park under trees, for the shade, and of course solar panels hardly produce any electricity in the shade!
It seemed that everyone was happily marching to their own tune, and I found it fascinating to join in to everyone’s tunes.
Numbers at the 40 year reunion were higher than the 35 year reunion. But many faces do not come.
Time marches on. 40 years have passed since we left school. We have perhaps another 30 years before we pass on. Before then, the illnesses of the aged will strike many of us down.
I encourage you all to make the most of their School Reunions, while you can.
Michael Fisher addresses the class
Neil Odze, Anthony Cordato, Geoff Dunn, Jeremy Glass
Greg Won, Wayne Hooper, Anthony Cordato