Someone has said that,"only at reunions can you relive the experiences that shaped you, embrace old friends, make new ones, and have your 'war stories' honored and believed." Certainly our years at OMI shaped us. It is difficult, or perhaps, impossible, for someone who has not attended a boarding school to appreciate the depth and breadth of that experience. For most of the year, the school is your home, and the faculty and classmates are, quite literally, your family. The attachments formed at OMI sprang instantly to life, even after a hiatus of half a century. We assumed that the wives, who had neither met one another, nor shared the OMI experience, would be bored to tears. Instead, they too quickly 'bonded'. It was a deeply moving experience to witness these friendships re-kindled, or, in the case of spouses, begun. Everyone who attended immediately urged yearly such gatherings. But even if no future reunions are held, this one was truly a wonderfully heartwarming occasion.
The Late Jeff Ripberger (54)