First of all, Phillip, cheers. You had the zaniest sense of humour. I recall a great party at your house in Pederegal in a semi-private detached room built into the lava flow rocks. It may have been the first party where the girls forced us to dance with them probably to Abba and
Bee-Gees records. I think the girls were behind the whole thing. You were an excellent swimmer,too, no? Waterpolo master from what I recall?

Harriet, I will pass your regards on to my brothers. I'm sure they'll get a kick out of the blog.

I'm going to test my memory with your photo. Some people don't seem to change at all. You, Harriet, being one of them.

Top picture, Left to Right:
Susanna from the office, George McCallum, the big Mr. D himself, ageless Harriet, Rosemary (Maureen?) O'Hea, the bride looks familiar but ?

Bottom photo, from Bride to Right: Sara Ayala, familiar hair but a ?, Mrs David, Lorna Blackmore.

Ms. Blackmore hasn't aged either. What is the secret? She was actually in a class in San Angel with my eldest brother Marc (who never went to Edron) in the early 60's. I thought she was captivating as a teacher. She always moved so gracefully and spoke in such a soft, calming, deliberate manner as if she was trying to hypnotize us all. It usually worked on me.

Mrs. David could fill every space on all the blackboards in the class with neat, tight spaced notes in record time. It was always a challenge try to keep up. Chalk dust would fill the air. God help you if she ever lapped you as she went back and erased the first board to continue her marathon. One day, we thought it would be funny to hide the erasers. She almost panicked when she came to the end of the clean boards and couldn't plow on. We all had our giggle then she made Jerome get one from another class.

Cheers