To see classmates again whom you haven't seen since graduation.
To see classmates again whom you have become more friendly with by coming back to reunions.
To see the campus and how the new buildings and facilities have enhanced the school.
To remind ourselves how fortunate we were to be able to attend a school like NMH.
To consider the vast variety of the student body of our class (geographic, race, religion, etc.), then and now, and how we can get along with each other when most of the world around us is so divided and cannot seem to get along.
To encourage yourself to find ways to help young people to experience what we did, either at NMH or elsewhere.
To visit the farm.
To feel like a teenager again for a couple of days even though we're senior citizens - priceless!
To breathe the fresh air of June in the Pioneer Valley.
To look up in the remote night sky and see the stars.
To recall experiences we’d long ago forgotten.
To hear the songbirds in the fields and woods.
To embellish the difficulty of your first work job.
To celebrate making it to sixty five-plus together.
To stand on Senior Rock.
To sing the old hymns in the chapel.
Because…all my changes were there (name that song)
To spend a weekend with old friends in a beautiful place.
To spend some time at the river and check out the new boathouse.
To look at classmates’ art, photographs and listen to classmates tell their stories about their work (books, dance) on Saturday morning.
To converse with that classmate whom you admired from afar but, for whatever reason, never had a conversation with 50 years ago…
To just have fun in a way that only comes around every 5 years.
To remember classmates we have lost.
To take a tour of the Northfield campus.
To feel grateful during the weekend.
To learn, share personal stories over the past 50 years.
To tour the performing arts center and check out the dance studios.
Memories of the Chat!
To debate about who had the better lunch: Gould or Marquand.
To relive climbing out the window of Saturday study hall while the proctor is out of the room.
To reconnect with life long friends in person, not just on Zoom.
To see the view from the Chapel.
To hear songs from the 70s that you'd forgotten about.
To slide down Chapel Hill on a tray from West Hall.
To dance on Saturday night 'til they turn out the lights.
To visit the river.
To hear voices raised in familiar song.
To recall that cold winter walk through Siberia to Gould.
To see if the food at West Hall has improved (it has!).
To see if you can make it up and down the hills on campus easily.
To rewalk the march to Northfield marking the end of the Vietnam War.
To visit the gym and walk by the sports fields remembering fall football games, soccer matches and hockey games.
To try not to get caught by wombats.
To play some Tom Rush on Spotify, recalling his concert sophomore year.
To walk or run the X-C course.
To fly fish the Deerfield River with guides from Northfield.
To visit NMH faculty living in the area.
To re-ride the early morning back road bike route to Northfield.
To debate who really won the Crossley/Overtoun snowball fight.
To insist to younger classes that it's West Hall, not Alumni Hall.
To visit the IGA and get ice cream in Northfield.
To relax in many comfortable chairs spread throughout the campus and hopefully around a fire pit near Alumni Hall.
To visit the place where Recitation used to be.
To go bird watching in the early morning on the back road at Mount Hermon.
To visist Roundtop.
To share in the Sunday morning service led by the Class of '74.
To laugh and relax with old friends.
To re-experience life in the dorms - and maybe some hall hockey.
To take lots of photos that we can take home with us.
To reflect on the impact of our NMH years on the rest of our lives.
To sing and dance with some of our oldest friends.
To sample some NMH maple syrup made in the Sugar House.
To go to Shadow Lake and remember the thrill of a rope pull victory over the Class of '75...
And to remember being pulled into Shadow Lake by the Class of '73.
To be surrounded by people who knew you when and who are interested in how you have unfolded.
To see the people you remember in their 68 year old faces and knowing that they are still themselves.
To find out who put the car into West Hall.
To tell and hear old school stories {whether true or embellished}.
To debate about who had the better lunch: Gould or Marquand.
To have a beer in the lower soccer fields.
To hitchhike to Brattleboro.
To recall eccentric teachers and unforgetable classroom moments.
To pick up conversations with old friends without missing a beat.
To bask in the stillness and peace of early morning on campus.
