The movie, “The Big Chill” seemed hauntingly real as friends dating back to 1954 gathered yesterday to bury one of our own.
Gary Florreich (1947-2013) was one of the chief reasons our class has remained closer than many blood siblings through the years.
Gary’s upbeat send-off would have pleased him. It featured some of the music he loved most and sang the best. As our little band of devoted classmates filed into the funeral home side by side, the tune “Stand By Me” was playing. Of course, we lost our composure – even the guys.
Gary Florreich, our beloved “flo-mop” (we called him that as children because we couldn’t pronounce Florreich) departed the world yesterday, and it was way too soon. The entire West Point High School Class of ‘65 will be grieving for a long, long time. ( Above from left Scott Murrah and Gary perform at one of our many class reunions.)
Sometimes I want to kick myself. Today I got a chance to tour what I consider one of the most beautiful old homes in my hometown. I passed that house, what…maybe 6,000 times during my youth and 5,000 times since then. I never noticed the “for sale” sign in the yard if there ever was one.
I once thought that the girls of the Class of ‘65 of West Point High School were endowed with the best of everything – sense of humor, talent, looks – you name it, we had it all. (Well, remember, we are delusional.).
Marie, at left, and Norma standing at right (my fellow 65ers) and I were joined by younger classmates today including, from left on the sofa Liz Campbell, Betsy McGlohn, Susan Rogers, Elizabeth Randle, Betty Sugg, Ellen “Tansy” Sugg and Mary Carr McGlohn. Kneeling at left was our host, Judy Murphy Staggers, who made this long overdue reunion possible. You will note she is the youngest in the group and the only one kneeling because the rest of us couldn’t get back up.
We had the most fabulous meal and she is sending recipes. Her homemade garlic cheese biscuits…..oh my gosh! (Linda Young and I were missing from the photo- probably because we were out back smoking cigars and playing poker.)
Our friends Heard and J. J. Murphy of Olive Branch, love fall as much as I do. But my fall decorations look skimpy next to J. J.’s.