Did they sing “We sing for Malcolm Campbell High” at the MCHS ’60s Reunion?
Question from Graeme Decarie regarding the Oct. 17, 2015 MCHS ’60s Reunion:
……did they sing….
We sing for Malcolm Campbell High.
We raise our hearts and voices high.
We’ll remember this song as we go along
Life’s highway by and by.
When these our school days fade far away
We’ll remember forever the day.
When we did our best
To lead all the rest
All for our Malcolm Campbell High.
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Answer: Yes; they sang the school song; it was among the highlights of a great evening
To access an audio file of the school song, click on this previous post >
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We will have the text of Soryl (Shulman) Rosenberg’s presentation – including her reading of the address from Graeme – featured in upcoming posts. We’ll also post a nice message that Soryl wrote thanking Jaan for his particular efforts on behalf of the recent reunion.
I’ve been taking a short break from volunteer work, after a couple of years of working at helping out with the MCHS ’60s Reunion, and have also been catching up on some other volunteer projects. However, as soon as Graeme Decarie wrote an email asking about the School Song, I knew I had to get some photos and an answer to his question at once. When a teacher asks a question, you answer as soon as you can! On the double!
Hey Jaan,
Too bad you did not check out who was there at the second reunion from the choir. In 1960 I joined the school choir and sang that tune many times. In 2000 as a member of the choir from MCHS, a number of us met at a Universite de Quebec recording studio and we recorded the tune again, 40 years later but the committee did not used it after all of our efforts. I don’t even remember the song being sung. The Toronto reunion saw me in a wheel chair; however, the voice is strong as ever since I am going deaf….too bad you did not ask to sing it with them. Let’s see….errr….I got it. “We jump for….no….we sang for….errrr….whatsyacallit…..no…that was Mickey M…..naw that’s wrong tooo….must be forgetting things….I’ll be 71 in a few weeks….or was the 51…….I forget….must be old age….eh, Graeme?….or is that Jaan???
Or maybe Judie…..did I ever tell you about Judie when I was 19? Still won’t. Bye.
I was among the group that recorded our school song, at the 2000 reunion. Had a great time doing it. Never heard about it after that.
Wonderful to know you were one of the group that recorded the song, Gail! We all enjoyed hearing the song at the MCHS 2015 Reunion. It was truly a memorable experience, to hear the song again after these many years.
Since I recorded it, I still have a copy in my archives. I would be happy to send an MP3 copy to anyone who wants it.
As well, your recording is also available online, at the link mentioned in a comment below. We owe you many thanks, Tim, for setting up the recording session in 2000. It’s a first-rate, professional quality recording.
Lots of typos for you to fix, Jaan.
Wonderful to read your message, Bob. I’ve done some minor copy editing of your text, as you’ve requested. I will do more, with your help. The next time we meet for coffee let’s work on the revision.
I’m so pleased you were able to make it to the recent reunion in Toronto.
I’m pleased that I figured out, with your help, how to find a way to place the folded-up wheelchair in the back seat of my 2001 Mazda Protege.
I’m pleased we have available, to us – anybody can download it – the version of the school song that was recording on the occasion of the Y2K Reunion:
With Pride We Wear the Scarlet and the Silver – Recorded at MCHS Reunion (2000)
When I was younger, I din’t remember much of anything, which is why my own absence of a memory about recent events is no surprise to me. Unless I can document and record what happens, it’s all a blur to me:
Memories are malleable – capable of being stretched or bent into different shapes
I turn 80 on November 18th, 2024. Since I did not expect to live to be 70 with all my kidney issues, I am surprised I am still here. I have lived with one kidney since August 1963 when my right one was removed. It had never worked except to trap or create kidney stones in a large quantity until the pressure on the walls of the kidney made me scream late one night, having returned from a village wedding for the sister of a friend. Early the next day, I was in the hospital and the removal proceeded the following week. Dialysis does not begin until my kidney is only operating at less than 10%. At last count, I was at 17%. On March 1st, I had a Fistula operation on my wrist in anticipation of dialysis next. It was painful, but now if I put my finger on it, I can feel the pulse of where they crossed an artery with a vein. I was also told that dialysis, in my case, can be done by inserting two needles in my arm. One to pump the blood out to be cleaned and the other to return it to my body. That is a four-hour session three times a week so count it as 18 hours of my time per week, with travel, just to stay alive a while longer. I do not mind since I have no choice but it does restrict me from doing other things I would prefer to do with the time. Cheers for now. Bob
Good to read your message Bob. It’s been nine years since the Sixties Reunion in Toronto. A lot of people worked together to make it happen. I’m pleased that in the years since we’ve been involved in get togethers indoors at restaurants — and more recently outdoors for picnics.
You are doing well, Bob, in dealing with the issues that come our way with the years — and in some cases come our way starting way back, as far back as 1963, as you note in describing your own current challenges.
Your description of dialysis provides a vivid picture of what this ongoing process entails.
Getting to 80: a significant achievement. I remember when we were planning the Sixties Reunion. Lynn Legge mentioned that it’s great that we were working on this when we were in our sixties. She said that once we’re in our seventies, taking on such a planning task may be a little more daunting. We are now in our seventies, getting close to our eighties. It means a lot for us to continue to share our thoughts and memories — and to meet for picnics when we can.