TBT = ThrowBack Thursday.
Today, BookOrBust steps back in time with photographs and memories from days gone by when I was a Junior at Alexander Hamilton High.
It is the year 1965, and I remember. Do you?
Until this time, next time dear reader, be well, stay safe, and keep cute.
See you in print,
Linda Della Donna
A Gift of Love
Coach needs no introduction.
He was tough on the boys and gentle as a lamb with the girls.
I remember him with love and respect.
Who can forget our great teachers?
Did you have a favorite?
I bless the memories.
Hey Lorraine, there's your Uncle Walt.
Here's to the class of 1965.
They were great.
Maybe it is the way the girls walk the senior staircase,
or because the guys dress in jacket and tie without being asked,
or perhaps it's the respectful way they treat all underclassmen,
but I am in awe of AHHS Senior class.
Flipping the pages I wonder, where are they now?
I remember Georgette Mehrman.
Georgette and I used to skip school to go to Oakland Beach.
She helped me ink the mimeograph machine and taught me how
to run off the exams. Remembere purple ink? And the smell?
In 1965, much to the chagrin of Mrs. Bullis,
I am elected president of my Junior class.
I campaign as a write-in vote. I win by a landslide.
Great memories. Great year.
That's Majorette Merry Jane Tricarico leading the band in upper left corner .
I am the kid to the left holding the slide trombone.
|In 1965, all our hearts were young and gay.|
Or so it seems. In 1965, I was head of costumes and worked backstage
learning and gaining confidence for a future performance.
This photo is taken from last page in yearbook.
So many familiar faces, and I remember them all.
I remember the moment this photo was snapped.
I'm the short girl in the back. Do you recognize the top of my head?
To Class of 1965, thanks for the memories.
|A Gift of Love was written to fulfill a promise.|
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I remember ...