
I attended a reunion about a week ago...
of a part of the "Fremont Family"...
a group of staff & teachers I worked with...
for parts of the 21 years I taught...
our school was on the "wrong" side of the tracks...
we had a terrible reputation in the "district"...
[though completely undeserved...]
but we were resilient and thrived as a community...
we always got the short end of the stick...
the least money, the "worst" teachers...
and we were the district's "whipping boy"...
but yet, when outsiders came in for a while...
they always commented on how undeserved our "rep" was...
and left agreeing that,
Fremont does it right, our school motto...
when I started, after school had begun in the fall of 1984...
my band students had been "banned" from visiting elementary schools...
due to "bad & out of control behavior in the past"...
[that first group
was "the wild bunch"...]
however, by the spring, we'd come to terms
enough...
that the principal gave us a "last chance"...
& we were allowed to go "out to the elementary schools"...
the elementary staff people couldn't believe the change for the better...
and the dye was cast for the next 16 years...
our staff, part of the "Fremont Family"...
along with the kids & their families...
really liked & respected each other for the most part...
together we created activities...
and learning experiences for our students...
when I started, there was a very small staff turnover...
as years passed, things didn't always go smoothly...
and sometimes, administration "issues", sent people away...
that was very true in the last year I taught...
over 50 staff members, many "long timers"...
left after the end of school that year...
I was the
only retiree of that number...
so on May 31, a bunch of us gathered again...
for a Fremont Family" reunion...
some people I hadn't seen for 5 years or more, were there...
and as I enjoyed the familiar faces of my youth...
I also became aware of those absent...
due to distance or death...
in that environment, seeing dear people...
you almost expected to turn around...
& see those you'll never see again...
and found the pain of loss right on the surface...
we hugged, caught-up on news...
and seemed to fall right back into our roles...
it was like so many of the get-togethers we used to have...
and we decided to do it again, next year...
as I was leaving, I stopped to reminisce about a Disneyland trip...
the person I was talking to was remembering being a chaperon..
[one of the
many times she & her husband had given up their time to do that...]
and what a bad luck trip it had been...
[the trip from Hell, I believe she called it...]
she said,"well, SH needed us...
& we liked her & respected what she did for the kids...
so there was no question, of course we went...
we all did that for each other...
that's why we were a family..."I couldn't have said it better...
so here's to all those "Fremonsters" out there...
[that's what the kids called themselves...
when they went on to high school...
they became, "Franklinstines"...]
it was quite a time...
one that is no more, much the pity...
for I think our
schools...
& the
kids need a "family" like we were...
more now than ever before...
they finally succeeded in breaking up the Fremont Family...
and you won't see the like again for a very long time...
"...he that outlives this day and comes safe home...
will stand tip-toe when that day is mentioned...
...we few, we happy few...we band of brothers...
for he today that sheds his blood with me...
shall be my brother..."
[Henry V, Act IV, Scene III, Wm Shakespeare]