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Wow! What a blast we had in Santa Fe. |
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The Yale '52 mini-reunion started off with a reception and dinner at the historic La Fonda Hotel in downtown Santa Fe. It was a great opportunity to reminisce with some old friends about "happy golden bygone days" and marvel at how we have all aged so gracefully! |
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Tuesday morning, we got some free time for galleries and shopping, followed by lunch at Milner Plaza and quided tours of the International Folk Art Museum and the Museum of Indian Arts and Culture on top of "Museum Hill." Ed Hastings of '52, who has directed operas at the Santa Fe Opera House, which we were to see the following day, invited us all to visit his home in Santa Fe for an elegant garden party with cocktails and hors d'oeuvres. |
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Our behind-the-scenes tour of the Santa Fe Opera on Wednesday was a highlight of our mini-reunion. Dave Ingalls of our class, who has been President and Board Member of the Opera for nine years gave us an interesting talk about the history and operation of the Santa Fe Opera. The Stage Director, using models for 5 different operas, showed us how versatile backdrops and scenery are designed that permit rapid scene changes. Opera docents then took us back stage and down to the working areas where the setsand costumes are fabricated and rehearsals are performed. |
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| Thursday, led by archeologists from the New Mexico Office of Archeological Studies, we visited the San Cristobal Ranch where we saw a ruined pueblo dating from around 1300 to 1600 A.D. and climbed a huge rock outcropping to see petroglyphs (rock carvings and paintings) dating from that period. Click here to see some photos of our marvelous adventure. |
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Want to know who was there? Here is a list of attendees. Eight members of the '52 Whiff's were there to serenade us in the style we all remember with Dave Powell acting as "Pitchpipe" pro tem.. Click here for a look at the Whiffs as the bright-eyed, golden-throated songsters they were then, and the miserable time-worn wretches they are now. (Hmm. They don't look a great deal worse than the rest of us.} |
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