Liberty Union-Thurston Alumni
Liberty Union High School Alumni Association
P.O. Box 55

 Baltimore, Ohio 43105
Liberty Union High School Alumni Association

Class of 1975


Gerald Ford is president of the US

Evacuation of US civilians from Saigon as Communist forces complete takeover of South Vietnam

FBI agents capture Patty Hearst, who is indicted and convicted of bank robbery

Teamster Jimmy Hoffa disappears without a trace

Marines rescue the crew of the American ship the Mayaguez near Vietnam

First Lady Betty Ford says in an interview that she thinks her children have tried marijuana

Natalie Imbruglia, Drew Barrymore, David Beckham, Enrique Iglesias, Angelina Jolie, and Tiger Woods are born

Cincinnati Reds win the World Series

Pittsburgh Steelers win Superbowl IX

Philadelphia Flyers win the Stanley Cup

Production begins on Star Wars

Jaws and The Rocky Horror Picture Show are the top grossing films

Soul Train premieres on television in the United States

"The Way We Were" (performed by Barbara Streisand) wins the Grammy for best song

Saturday Night Live and Wheel of Fortune premiere

Years after graduation, classmates even better

By Holly (Harman) Fackler

The reunion invitation was a simple "join us for an informal evening of fun, celebration and catching up on the last 30 years." The calendar was clear. I'd go, but I swore I wouldn't write about it.




I pulled on my best pair of jeans and my newest T-shirt, both chosen by my 14-year-old daughter in her ongoing and mostly futile attempt to update me. At the advice of a more experienced sibling, I carried low expectations. And a camera, in case his warning was off the mark. I bolstered my self-confidence with a haircut I needed anyway.


The big fear was that I wouldn't recognize the older versions of the 105 or so kids I'd graduated with or, after so many years out of Fairfield County, I wouldn't be able to come up with names at all.


"Thirty years, that's about when it starts to get interesting," offered my mother, a retired teacher and fan of reunions. "The women will be easier to identify than the men," she advised.


Name tags, good. Greg, for instance, had added a foot to the length of his hair and at least half that to his stature since we walked across a sodden football field one June Sunday to claim diplomas.


I hadn't been to a high school reunion in a quarter of a century. If the 10th and 15th had been about success, as friends who went told me was the case, this one -- the first since 1990 -- was about survival.


Collectively, my classmates have been through the tragic deaths of siblings, the long illnesses of parents, business reversals, career turnabouts, failed marriages, the ups and downs of parenting teenagers. They have lived valiantly, if not well.


David, the class president, had bypass surgery a year ago, an experience he assured us could help a person renumber his priorities. That's when the idea of a reunion first occurred to him. When the notion refused to go away 11 months later, he sent invitations. His wife, Connie, prepared food. The rest of us only had to show up and say as much or as little as we wanted about the last three decades.


Beautiful Julie, poised and sweet, had experienced agonizing loss and needed the comfort of old friends.


John, retired from a career in law enforcement, trusted us with a candid account of his joys and failures.


Lynette -- still an irresistible mixture of genuine warmth, compassion and laughter -- found the love of her life in graduate school and followed him home to his Indiana pig farm, where they now maintain a boar stud service and raise worms, in addition to two boys.


Hank -- who got his start on the local volunteer fire department and had responded the night in July 1974 when our classmate was killed by a drunk driver in front of David's parents' home -- stuck with "fighting fires, saving lives" and is nearing the end of a 14-year tenure as chief with a greater Columbus department. (By the way, Rocky, he sends his greetings.)


Molly brought along a nice southern twang, gained honestly from 20-some years in North Carolina, where she teaches at a community college.


One Tom has dedicated his life to other people's kids, teaching science at Pickaway-Ross CTC. The second Tom is an official at a Lancaster bank. Our third Tom, the artist, had an early date with his maker, going the way of Lou Gehrig to the sadness of all who knew him.


Mike, now self-employed as "an interior trim guy," married classmate Kathy shortly after graduation. He is the luckiest man in the world, he said (as tears stung the backs of my eyelids), because he's spent 30 years with his best friend. Kathy agreed that she spoils him. It was clear she plans to keep doing it.


Some mentioned grandkids. Dave and his wife, however, recently sold their beef cattle to make room in their lives for three adopted children under the age of 3. Jokes at Dave's expense concealed only admiration for a task just begun.




We found ourselves rounder, grayer, bushier, blonder, broader, tempered, wizened. And essentially, better for the wear. We became adults. I should have anticipated that.


As the little party dispersed into a perfect September night after hours of talk about school days and absent classmates, we granted bear hugs for the road. Who knows when we will meet again?


I left feeling stupidly proud of us. For probably the first time in my life I realized I am glad my parents chose this rather ordinary little town to settle and raise their family. Thirty years ago, I took it for granted because its safety and simplicity were all I knew. I left it as soon as I could because I thought that was the way of things.


Its gifts are clearer from a distance, a blessing of age and experience.


I thought later of all the entertaining or gracious things I should have said when it was my turn to talk. I stuck to the facts: Twenty-five years in northern Ohio, three great kids, a newspaper job, a 20-year marriage, divorce. I wish I had thought to say I still ride my bike. I give blood. I believe in them.


My classmates shared their stories for friends, not for publication, so I must beg both your indulgence for not revealing more, and their indulgence for revealing as much as I have. They live among you. They are your neighbors, your friends. Whether their heads are shaved clean like Tom's or flowing free like Greg's (both Gregs, in fact), you can count on them too.


Holly Harman Fackler welcomes comments and information on their whereabouts from members of the Liberty Union-Thurston Class of 1975, or friends of same.

30th Reunion of the Class of 1975

The Group at 30th Reunion

The "Girls"

 Lori, Mark, & Hank

Molly and Lynnette


Dave Eversole

Dave & Jeff

Deb & Molly


        Greg & Mrs. Bader                        Greg & Vicki


               Grizly Greg                                  Lori & Bev


Greg Bader                     Cathy Bair

     Marla Bakenhaster             Mark Barnes                       Patricia Betts                 Thomas Buck

        Ryan Burgoon                    David Cain                Debbie Clevenger                 Judy Clum

         Beverly Creed                 Dave Eversole                Paula Farrow             Lynette Fenstemaker

         Barbara Fox                    Molly Gates                     Brad George                  Tom Gillespie

       Susan Gleich                      Jerry Grady                 Donald Graybill                  Marian Green

           Peggy Green                    Valerie Green               Holly Harman               Tom Hoisington*

           John Jenkins                 Henry Kauffman              Bev Kinser                       Tim Laver

             Jim Landis                    Ron Lehman                   Julie Lohr                Brenda McCandlish

      Vincent McCullough          Mandee McDaniel             Cheryl Magnuson              Betty Masheter

          Vallie Mathias                  Kathy Melick             Glen Messerknecht                 David Miller

      Doris Spradlin Miller             Linda Miller                    Todd Miller                        Linda Miller

        Orlena Phillips                    Joy Poff                       Tony Prestifilippo                Becky Prouty

        Brenda Reese                 Duane Roberts            Randy Robinson*                   Gary Roshon

       Roslyn Roshon               Cecilia Schoffner                  Mark Smith                  Kevin Smurr

         Darla Soland                   Mark Soliday                    Bruce Soper                  Greg Speaks

     Barbara Spradlin                    Lori Stalter                 Harold Staniford              Joseph Starcher

       Vicki Stoughton                Carmen Taylor              Richard Thompson           Debbie Thomas

          Joni Tobin                      Laura Todd                    Patty Tucker                Richard Underwood

           Pam Vickers                  Jeff Wagner                      Betty Waller              Crystal Weaver

       Linda Whitsen                    Eric Welch                       Marcy Wiley                     Ed Willis

                        Christine Wilson               James Wilson                   Shirley Yost



Richard Appleman

Anita Bondurant

Judy Buchanan

Rick Daniels

David Evans

Mike Gibson

Shawn Kitzmann

Steve Lindsey

Carol Shure

Cindy Spiert

George Taylor

Bev Walton

Dan Zultz

  * Denotes Deceased

Carol Dreisbach*


1970 7th Grade

1968 5th Grade

1967 4th Grade

1964 1st Grade

1963 Kindergarten AM Class