Daily Archives: March 30, 2018

Oh, The Memories

Next month, a multi-year class reunion for the school I attended is planned. I was asked to serve on the planning committee.  My main responsibilities were contacting the members of my class with the initial information a few months ago and determining if they would be interested in attending. For those who replied favorably, I recently sent out actual RSVP’s.  It looks to be a well-attended event.

The reunion is being held in a building where many of us attended school. It was built in the early 1900’s and now serves as a town hall.

The planning committee met at the school a couple of weeks ago.

I attended school here for my 8th, 9th and 10th grades. As I walked up the sidewalk toward the front door, my first memory was that of taking PE (actually just doing calisthenics) in the front yard.

Stepping inside the building (for the first time since 1969), I was immediately struck by how much smaller the hallway seemed….same for the auditorium.

In those days, it seemed massive….now, it’s just a large room.

We were allowed to “tour” the entire building, although much of it is unused at this time.  Each room brought back memories.

Mr. Brown was my history teacher in this room, now being used for storage.

This was the classroom where I took French with Mrs. Seward.  “Tres bien” (very good) was a phrase we always loved to hear her say.

There were several classrooms in the basement, which we nicknamed “the dungeon”.  As you can see, the basement has not been renovated. This was the room where I took home ec. My main memory of that class was sewing a zipper in a dress for an exam. I sewed the front and back of the bodice together…..oops.

Stepping in the library brought back immediate memories of study halls. It’s been renovated since our school days and is now a much more open space.

One day, I fell down the bottom three or four steps of the staircase to the right.  I wasn’t injured, but the hallway (much “larger” then, remember) was full of other students. When I landed on the floor, I thought: “If I just lie here for a few minutes, perhaps they’ll think I’m hurt and they won’t laugh quite as much.”

But perhaps this next picture was my favorite from that evening. This is the upstairs hallway, looking toward the front of the school.  The little red building you can see through the windows is actually across the street.  It was our “lunchroom”, which consisted of snacks, candy, soft drinks….and Stewart Sandwiches.

We enjoyed walking through the building with others on the committee and sharing our memories of the different rooms.

There’ll be folks at the reunion we haven’t seen in years, music from that era, food, pictures and lots of memories shared.  It should be a fun evening.

~These Days Of Mine~