Steven Pace:
CLASS OF 1979

Pulaski High SchoolClass of 1979
Milwaukee, WI
Audubon Middle SchoolClass of 1976
Milwaukee, WI
Audubon Middle SchoolClass of 1976
Milwaukee, WI
Curtin Elementary SchoolClass of 1973
Milwaukee, WI
Steven's Story
Hi all!
I wonder from time to time where many of you are and what you may be doing. I've seen and done many things and met many interesting people along the way.
The wonders and joys have been many- although there have been some disappointments- even a tragedy here and there. There has been hard work and I've done some things that I never thought I could do.
Throughout most of my life, I've been relatively happy, relatively healthy, and relatively sane! HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've seen much beauty and plenty of suffering in the world.
I think of how I used to be and realize all the changes I've been through. Thank God there were people all along the way to help me through it all.
It seems like all I did was blink or turn my head and all at once- I'm 63! The years have been good to me, and when I look back 45 years or so ago- it's bittersweet- the more so because I can never go back. I suppose I'm content to let it be a memory.
I'd like to thank everyone who organized and attended our 40th! So wonderful to see you all and speak of our lives/memories. How fortunate we are and have been!
Stevie
FLEETING TIME, ENDURING LEGACY
Pulaski High- my, my, my, my
Has it really been forty plus years?
The vision is clear nonetheless
Old walls still stand tall
And “Aitchee kaitchee dominaichee—
Ah ba boo, alabala boo…
Juneau, we’re gonna whoop you!!!”
That’s how we won
Yes, that was Mister Harry Max
I still hear that in his voice
School spirit personified
Endless days of summer haze
Cross country and cool
Spring breezes
Gee whizzers, was that me
Running on the track?
“Runners, take your mark, HO!!”
Mr. Coady urging
Tired versions of yours truly
Forward, onward
He was a great, great man
Mr. Parker wrote ‘Shalom’
Twice in my yearbooks
I happened upon him
Thirty four years later
In Lomira by happenstance
I thanked him profusely
For teaching me history
Imparting upon me
A lasting passion for it
Mr. Wisniewski, Mrs. Heath
Mrs. Mahoney, Mr. Pignet
All gave me a love
For the written page
As you can see
For the play, folklore, the fiction
Poem and too short story of it all
Thank you, thank you.
Please Enjoy Your Visit (A personal ode to the Milwaukee Public Museum)
Back to the days of iron and beer
Through the streetcar
Into old cobblestone streets
Street posters telling...Expand for more
of five cent dinners
Granny on the porch in her rocker
Huge phony oak trees
H.M.S. Sloop ‘o War Felicity
This is a reminder that there is no eating
or drinking around any of the exhibits;
this includes Solomon Juneau’s
cabin facing southeast.
The butterfly queue—
Make sure the door ahead of you is closed
so their tropical humidity cannot escape.
Please do not touch them;
they are Sensitive Delicate Fragile.
You may hold out your arms/hands/fingers
and they may light on you.
Please check your clothing in the three-way
mirror when you leave to ensure that you aren’t
carrying any hitchhikers.
Life on Earth used to be
A Trip through Time
Press the button to see
Earth’s surface.
Press the button to see
the lunar surface.
Do you remember this when you were a little guy?
Mineral Crystals Earthquakes Volcanic Charts
Cephalopods swimming
In what used to be a tropical reef
400 million years ago
A reminder that no food or beverages
are allowed in the rainforest—
or in Theater One.
This includes water and candy
on the up escalator
to life on the edge in tide pools,
in deserts, igloos and around wolf killers
and the rings of the 600 year-old
Douglas fir cut in 1926.
Did you know Pyramid Lake is dying?
If you wish to eat or drink
please do not do this on the escalators
near the mummy of Djed-Hor—
please do this only on the ground floor;
away from the ocean’s descent
and the parade of lobsters, Beebe and Barton’s
bathysphere, the Indian market, the Kava ceremony
and all three down escalators.
Please do this in the cafeteria area only.
Hanging Out on the Old Campus
During daydreams I see fairy tales
In fairy tales hear thunderclaps
During thunderclaps
Feel my conscience
And within that feeling
I sit In the seat of my heart
Near some waterlily ponds
Just like Monet
A ghost near the lecture hall
To appear and disappear
There I am to this day
An ambassador
Sometimes knowing
Sometimes not
During childhood I saw violence
In violence heard compassion
During contemplation
Felt my sadness
And within that sadness I sat
Shocked into stillness
Near the hamburger stand
Just like Wimpy
There I was until yesterday
Beyond absolution
Like still life in a painting
Pure as any Soul
Many thanks all around to those who organized and coordinated our 45th reunion! Again a real joy! Looking forward to our 50th!!!
"If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need."-- Cicero
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