When I went to our 40th Class Reunion in 2008, a lot of people recognized me, and I must confess that without photo name tags, I would have had a hard time remembering people. And it was not because just a month earlier, I had undergone surgery for a (thankfully) benign brain tumor. It was also because when the Burbank High administration found out I could play the organ, I played the Alma Mater at the end of all school assemblies. I didn’t just play the song for our own grade — I remember being yanked out of class to play the Alma Mater for other grades, too!
Here are the words, in case you have forgotten them:
Hail, Burbank High School.
The Blue and White wave high;
To our own dear high school,
We raise it to the sky;
All honor to thee we sing,
Oh, long may our praises ring.
Hail, Burbank High School!
Hail! Hail! Hail!
You can sing along with this little slideshow I created here.
Burbank High Class of 1968 
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Thanks for all you are doing for us, Kathy. You work so hard on our behalf and have managed to make us all feel more connected to one another. Because of you I am looking forward to this reunion more than the others. I’ve heard snippets of the lives of so many classmates, and I can hardly wait to see them in person and perhaps speak to them for the first time ever. I was too shy in high school to venture away from my small circle of friends, but now I know about the hobbies, travels, and grandkids of so many; I just want to congratulate them and thank them for sharing. Being in charge of the Memory Boards has been sobering, and I am so thankful for the good health of those of us that remain. Being at this reunion in body or spirit is a true gift. Let the party begin!