The vistas were sweeping. The courses enriching. The friendships tight.
Edgecliff College was an idyllic place for young women to get an education and an introduction to the real world of the 1950s. For the Class of 1951, four years was just not enough. So a core group of the 64 who graduated that spring got together the following year at Joan Kennedy’s home in Northern Kentucky as a mini-reunion. They did it again the year after that. And the year after that. And every year for the last 60 years, there has been a reunion of the Edgecliff Class of 1951.
“It’s because of the family feeling we had and the gratitude to our college for the wonderful education we got,” Kennedy says.
They talk about the picnics on the lawn overlooking the Ohio River from the college’s perch on the bluff, or the dinner dances with the men from Xavier, and the supper club meetings that kept them on campus into the evening hours. They laugh about the midnight curfews for juniors and seniors on Friday and Saturday nights—date nights—the only nights they were allowed to leave campus. They fondly remember their teachers, the religious sisters who instructed them not only academically but also morally.
Nancy Neal remembers the sadness she felt at graduation. “We all scattered to the wind after graduation,” she says. “It was like having all these sisters and they were all going away and we wouldn’t see them anymore.”
Kennedy pledges the reunions will continue. “It’s just a friendship that is too precious to break. It will continue until the last of us breathes our last breath.”