Solvay High School Class of 1964 Solvay, New York presents
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I remember....
Submitted by Susan Mascette Brandt-- 08/15//01 Today is the 15th of August, and I'm awash in memories about the highpoint of a Solvay summer when we were growing up. I remember parading in the streets outside St. Cecilia's, the girls in homemade blue gowns with sashes and circles of flowers on our heads and the boys in cassocks, singing hymns in Italian, no less ("Oh, Sancta Virgine, prega per me"). Little old Italian men would carry a huge statue of BVM wearing a special cloth cape (blue, of course), and people would pin dollar bills to her cape as they went by. We'd shudder as the 15-gun salute would go off. Then there were the glorious three nights of the Geddes Veterans' Field Days (in those days, no one thought it odd that a veterans organization would do a big celebration for a Catholic holiday!). My Dad, the wonderful Zinzi, was always in charge of the beer and hot dog tent, which he managed to fill with equipment marked "Property of N.Y.S. Fair". Sorry for rambling on, but I'm feeling very nostalgic about my long-gone youth today! Submitted by Ann Fougnier-- 01/09/01 Close
your eyes....And go back.... Way back.......
Or back further, listening to Superman on the radio Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.
I remember:
-Boyd, after Sacred Heart, and what a truly great 7th grade teacher Richard
Fellows was...
-Going to Fran D.'s house, before school, to sing Pat Boone's "Why Baby,
Why?" and assorted Chuck Berry songs, with Fran and the Borell
boys...
-Intermediate...vaguely...what's one year?...
-The freedom of Solvay High, after the physical and psychological trauma of
CBA...
-Always being "the youngest"...
-Not taking typing, because it was "for girls"...damn!...
-Not taking French, because my sister said it was hard... and summering the
last twenty plus years in French Quebec, learning the language on the
streets...zut!...
-Harcourt's physics class, which consisted of eight lost souls...Hooke's Law
is undeniable...
-John Testone, under his desk, for Beowulf..."in the darkness dwelt the
demon sprite, Grendl!"...
-Trying to be "suave" (that was the term) not cool...
-How close my cousin, Don Pippitt, and I were...
-Zeck's, for a power lunch of a hamburger, chips and beer...
-Tiernan's, and the Top o' the Hill...
-Suffering, from acute testosterone poisoning...
-Riding "shotgun" in Ron Davia's old Ford, with the broken
door, to Pi Phi Mu meetings...
-Contemplating mu
-Falling out of Ron Davia's old Ford, as Ron took a corner at about 35...
-Not a whole heluva a lot after that...which probably explains a great
deal...
Cheers to all,
--- Bob Zajac 12/20/00
Things I can't forget....
Ma's and Pa's store.... Demetri Ascioti ('62) collecting potato chip bags so we could win a "sock hop" from WNDR. Coach Jay O'Connor..... Mrs Hermmance.....art teacher. Bill Stankewicz DJing at the "old" High School.... Arnie Luckette's Bonniville, XKE, Vette...... Pat Pasco's ability creative way to use the English language... Parties at Don DeVerso's house..... Terry Foxton....the kid who wore the "nickers" Davey George's Vette......"Mr. Blue" The Noz, Barry Decker, Joe Tedesco, and myself "pushing" fireworks in the 7th grade. Who can forget Freddie Myers...
---Dan Scaia 12/15/00 Theta Omega, Delta Sigma, sock hops, sorority dances----yes gone are the days of splendor in the grass ---Arnie Luckette 12/13/00 What a great place/way to grow up! It seemed like virtually everyone in Solvay was either related to you, or had a grandparent who had "come over on the boat" with yours. We had teachers at Solvay High School who had taught our parents, we had cousins in our graduating class, we had classmates whose parents had been our parents' friends since Boyd or Prospect School. You always knew who you were and where you came from in Solvay. While it was frustrating when we were 16 (you could never behave badly because any adult who saw you probably knew your parents), it gave us all a sense of grounding that has stood us well over these past 35+ years. I wouldn't change my Solvay roots for anything. ---Sue Mascette Brandt 12/12/00 The Woods Road ice rink and the winter fun we had. Now I can't imagine how kids can stand being out in the cold for any length of time. ---- Russ Graziano
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