This past weekend, I had the distinct pleasure of attending the 10th annual reunion of my graduating class at Fryeburg Academy; a milestone which, for all my admitted sentimentality, somehow still moved me more than I’d expected it would. Of course, as a local historian, I knew just about what to expect. Change comes, and even in a place so steeped in tradition as an old New England Academy, time marches on, and we with it. Even so, going to walk again in that dear place where passed so many of youth’s happy hours; to be reunited again in company with former classmates, some of whose acquaintance I haven’t known since last we parted on that bright June day in 2015; to look now on the remindful scenes of former days with newer, older eyes — I found that even though I knew changes would come, it still struck me hard at times with emotion.
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