About the Reunions

To have your reunion on this website email me the following information in plain, unformulated text so I can copy paste:

  • Reunion Date
  • Reunion Cost
  • Venue Details
  • Reunion Contacts
    • Office
    • Name
    • Phone
    • Email
  • Any PDF documents to attach
  • Relevant links
    • Facebook
    • Registration
    • Other
  • Photos
  • Graphics

To: Julie Krejci Wilson ’79
julie@azusaalumni.com

I will set up your page and send you a link. If you are web savvy I can give you a log on so you can post blogs. If you don’t hear from me within a few days send me a private message on https://www.facebook.com/azusaalumni/ to check my email.

Blogs and the reunion page will be shared on https://www.facebook.com/azusaalumni/ and you may share on any social media.

Click for – Sample Reunion Page

I ask 2 things in return:

  1. A few photos and a wrap-up paragraph or two after the reunion.
  2. If you find anything interesting in my personal blogs please share on social media.
    1. TetonTrekker.com
    2. Julie: Girl Friday


THE CLASS REUNION

Every ten years, as summertime nears,
An announcement arrives in the mail,
“A reunion is planned; it’ll be really grand;
Make plans to attend without fail.”I’ll never forget the first time we met;
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress.

It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,
And everyone thought it was swell.

The men all conversed about who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.

The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.

No one had heard about the class nerd
Who’d guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who’s always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.

The boy we’d decreed “most apt to succeed”
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted “least” now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.

They awarded a prize to one of the guys
Who seemed to have aged the least.
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast.

They took a class picture, a curious mixt