It’s found on every class reunion agenda: the class picture. It’s a moment in history, frozen in time, that chronicles the progress of the various class members on their journey through life. It’s a scheduled event that, as we would find out, involves a great deal of smiling, and not all of it for the camera.
Linda Sutton Torres had advised the reunion committee that the “smaller” classes were assigned to Pauahi steps for their photos. Well, with more than 25% of our graduating members in attendance, I’d like to see what a “smaller” reunion class is. As you can see in the photo below, Punahou74 showed up in force!
The great turnout posed some problems for the photographer. He labored long and hard while taking sample snap after snap to ensure that each and every face would be visible in the final photo. Shouts of “step to the left” and “I need you to sit down” were repeated as he arranged us along the full length of steps. Waiting patiently behind him were Punahou74’s family and friends who took their own photos while anxiously waiting for the formal portrait to be taken before heading on out to Middle Field for the Alumni Luau.
For us on the steps the wait was interminable. We were crammed together shoulder-to-shoulder while the photographer fussed and cajoled. At one point Renee Ahuna Cabrinha stepped to the front and led us in a rousing “Strawberry Shortcake.” But the distraction didn’t last long and the wait endured. Small talk hummed while yet more trial pictures were taken. The adjustments continued. There were just so many of us and so little room! As our restlessness grew, Renee again came to the front. She raised her hands and began to conduct us in “Oahu-a.”
We hummed a big “Ohhhhh” then began singing. Most of us must have remembered the parts we sang at graduation because we sounded pretty good! But then something happened that stopped the song, sent cheers to the sky, and caused smiles and laughter to erupt on every face.
What happened? Let me share how Ian Sandison, who had a panoramic view of the surrounding area from atop the Pauahi steps, described what he saw.
We were just standing there waiting for the picture to be taken when we noticed something to the right up by Alexander Hall. There was movement. Then it was like, “There’s someone on a bicycle.” Then, “It’s a woman on a bicycle.” “She’s naked!” “She’s Heidi!!” “It’s Heidi streaking across the campus again!”
He had seen Heidi ride a bicycle downhill from Alexander Hall, across the grass, and along the road leading to Montague Hall. Here’s how the rest of the class reacted to the ride:
Thanks to Carri Morgan, John’s wife, for the video.
Yes, it was Heidi in the buff reenacting her famous senior year streak through the academy quadrangle. When I described the antic to others in the days afterwards they were universally incredulous. “She had some clothes on, right?” “No, she was naked.” “Surely a bikini bottom.” “No, she was naked.” “But she’s older now.” “Yes, and she was naked.”
It’s easy to say that Heidi’s actions had something to do with making Punahou74 the talk of the Reunion 2014.
Catching up with Heidi at Scott Metcalf’s funeral I asked what caused her to repeat her streak at our 40th reunion. The bottom line was that we aren’t getting any younger and who would ever know if she would ever have the chance to streak again. She was also kind enough to share some thoughts on video about her post-streak thoughts.
Regardless of the “why” Heidi’s streak was the hit of the reunion and something that we will be talking at reunions long into the future. Thanks for the memory … er memories, Heidi.
A final note:
Signs of the future as seen in our sixth grade (1968) Na Opio: MIGHTY HEIDI!!