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Once Notre Dame, Always Notre Dame: Reunion 2025

On Saturday, September 13th, alumnae of Notre Dame Academy gathered at Notre Dame to celebrate the 2025 Reunion. It was a day filled with gratitude, joy, and cherished memories. Together, we celebrated Mass, lifted our voices in the beloved Notre Dame School song, and shared stories and laughter at a light reception.

Over 60 alumnae came together, a beautiful reminder of the bonds that continue to connect us across the years. We are especially grateful to Sr. Kathellen Carmer, ND, ’60, Donna Schulte Davis, ’65, Sr. Mary Ann Zimmer, ND, ’64, Sheila Jones Johns, ’65, Monica Luers Hickman, ’70, Rita Eckley Fischer, ’70, Mary Suzanne Olson, ’65, Sr. Margaret Hickey, ND, ’58, Sr. Anita Rolenc, ND, ’51, Sr. Josita Hanus, ND, ’53, Sr. Marie Alice Ostry, ND, ’62, and Sr. Cynthia Hurby, ND, ’66, whose helped bring the liturgy to life.

We give thanks for every alumna who joined us this year and hold close in our hearts those who could not be with us. Each reunion is a testament to the faith, friendship, and spirit that Notre Dame Academy instilled in us all. We remain proud of our alumnae and continue to pray for you, today and always.

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From Rookies to the Big Leagues: Celbrating 60 years

Mary Beth Sedlacek Moen, ’65, gave a memorable address in honor of her class’s 60th reunion. With humor and warmth, she compared their four years at Notre Dame Academy to a little league baseball journey—beginning as Rookies, growing into the Home Team, and finally stepping into the Big Leagues. Her reflection captured both the fun and the formation of those years, reminding us how the lessons learned and friendships formed at Notre Dame continue to shape and guide our lives today.

“When I was asked to address the class of 1965, I started to think about our four years here were like a baseball little league my sons played in as kids.

We came here as Rookies not knowing how to play the game.  We were scared we might get lost; we might not find our classroom, we’d get caught in the halls after the bell rang, we couldn’t get into our locker… Everything was brand new for us Freshmen.  The boarders were spending probably their first nights away from their homes, getting to know the habits of strangers.  But we had good coaches.  The Sisters were patient with us and taught us well.  Upper classmen were the home team.  We were the visitors.

By the end of that first year, we’d learned how to bat, how to catch, how to runt the bases.  We even knew the other players’ names.  We felt like we belonged to a team.

Sophomore year was much better.  We practiced those skills we learned freshman year.  We were more confident; we weren’t the rookies anymore.

By junior year we were feeling pretty good about ourselves.  We were making decisions about what direction our futures were going to go.  Business or college courses were offered and our coaches helped us to decide our paths. We had boys in our lives, dances, cars.  We belonged to clubs, sodality, and chorus groups.  We saw our U.S. President killed in front of our eyes, the Vietnam War was taking away people we knew.  Peter, Paul, and Mary were singing about peace and love and rebellion.

We made it to our senior year.  We made the home team, but we were preparing for the BIG LEAGUE.  The world was waiting for us.  We were ready, thanks to all those coaches along the way who guided us to make those choices, medicine, music, teaching, business school, lives of being a wife and mother.

We left the home team to play the game of life and the one thing we took with us was a trophy.  Sixty years later we still have that trophy displayed in our hearts.  It’s engraved with the word, THE SPIRIT OF NOTRE DAME. ”

~ Mary Beth Sedlacek Moen, ’65