FAIRCHILDREN REUNION LIMERICK 1997

They arrived one by one by car, bus and plane to the Cape they were destined rather than Maine Peg and Sherry were at Logan eating lobster rolls and chips Deb waited in Portsmouth; her Saturn was hip It was an annual affair; this year they'd be eight Fairchild Hall linked them; forever soulmates Thursday night came and went and now they were three Catching up on the years they giggled and shrieked Story upon story, not for the meek Lyn joined them on Friday, her boom box in tow Four girls, memories and music were ready by 9 am low Down Rt. 1 to the Falls where their number would grow Would the bags fit in Kathy's van they wanted to know? 'Not to worry' said Kathy. 'Do not despair.' Leslie whooped when she saw them and ran down the stairs. Six to the Cape by hook or by crook One side trip only at ‘Buck a Book' To Chatham they were bound and a house for the week-end Would Sue already be there? On that you can depend. We wondered about Nancy. What route would she follow? What time would she arrive? How loud would she holler? To the rooftop we ran, viewed the ocean, got suntanned. Add Sue and we're seven just as we planned. One more to go. Surely she'll come soon. Seven girls on a roof; watching, listening over the dunes Here she is. Nancy arrived and made the circle complete. Each girl (or grown woman?) Could relax, drink and eat. Pajama party city - the house was kind of small Some swapping and switching; people up and down the hall (what hall?) The chatter never stopped. Laughing louder and more So much happens in a year or 2 or 3 or four It had been 5 for Sherry and Sue in 1994 Food was important - like that's a surprise Could we all fit in the van, please, we want to go for a ride As 8 we descended on the restaurant Are we loud? Nah - just bring on the food What will it be - clam chowder, lobstah, fish or scallops Bring on the rolls. Come on waiters gallop. Tomorrow was a big day. Our date with adventure. The mysterious Captain Keith (who we thought was a crusty old dude) would take us on his boat without much of a lure. Peg had arranged it months in advance. The details were exact. It was confirmed and re-confirmed to the max. Blimey and ahoy - the Rip Ryder was beached A vision - there he was, a luscious young man complete with the Kennedy smile and a healthy tan. He tried his best to tell the tale. Could we hear him - hell, NO - let's set sail. Listening to Captain Keith's narrative, cruising for seals. With the greatest of tact, he warned us to stop the chatter - stop all the peals The animals are shy - would they appear Hey matey, I see them, with their cute little horse heads gleaming. All over the cove diving and streaming. Cold, yes indeed. Due to our numbers, Captain Keith made 2 trips Dropped some of us on the island and turned around like a whip We seemed to amuse him - I don't know why He entertained us with a grin that was sexy and shy Time to say good-bye to our healthy young friend A successful mission in more ways than one. Thank you Peg, Captain Keith, Rip Ryder and the First Mate. Let's not forget the seals who put on the show.