I leave my desk for generations …
Reflecting on the generations as is our practice these days as age 90 approaches, I thought I might share this anecdote. My exact dates may be incorrect, but these memories start with the yellow brick building on Pond Street that I attended. it was built in the late 1800s.
At that time, the very desks we occupied 50 years or later (with the hole for the inkwells, and the hinged maple wooden surfaces),
along with the seats mounted on iron supports, were first installed. These remained in place until the 1960’s when the building was demolished, to be replaced by the present Brutalist Architecture building.
You may recall the memorable Sunday, the day before the wrecker commenced demolition when several thousand Classical alums returned for a last look. At that time, the memorable Al Morro was on hand with a crowbar, offering to sell to visitors mementos from the building, including bricks and other paraphernalia for a few bucks contribution to the Varsity Club. I attended the proceedings that day, accompanying my friend Irving J. Fain of the Class of 1922.
While we were visiting the classroom of the English teacher Bessie Allen, to our amazement we found our desks and seats, still in place, with the coincidence that Irving’s desk was immediately behind mine more than 20 years later. We both took up on Al Morro’s offer, paid him $10 each, and left with our desks and chairs which Al pried up with his crowbars. I don’t know what happened to Irving’s desk and chair. He later received an award from Classical as a distinguished alumnus. (You may recall his role in the Fair Housing Law controversy in the early 1960s.) My desk and chair were brought home and later used by our daughter Sarah who was born in 1970 and graduated from Classical in 1988.
Still later, we took the desk and chair to Cape Cod where used in our house in Mashpee until we sold the house about 10 years ago. At that time, I gave the chair and desk to Janice Kizirian, M.D., our primary care doctor (also a Classical graduate), who kept these for her young daughter Abby. Abby went to college. By this time our daughter Sarah had become the mother of our youngest grandchild Zachary, who is due to enter Classical about 2024. Zachary enjoys using the desk and chair. His father Jonathan Bell, an architect, has been able to adjust the heights of the desk to accommodate Zack’s growth.
We still have an important decision to make —what to do with the gilt coated Classical brick on my desk—among our other three children and three grandchildren, all of whom are Classical graduates.
I love this story… Ed Iannuccilli