hey, pete.  just looked my own self up in yearbook.  i was a member of the Crest Club.  what the hell was the Crest Club.  i remember the other 2 things i was involved with.  p.s. never did any drugs in h.s. & still don't know what Crest Club was.

Hey all,

I was quickly pulled into these memories so much so that I think my husband (Rob) left the house without a proper goodbye. Pete, I'll let you slide on the Cosmo offer...here goes the memories of a Spruance, Fels graduate:  I remember running in the huge school yard during recesses and lunches chasing after boys and sometimes being lifted into the air when heading downhill towards the monkey bars near the outdoor bathrooms on windy days.(I was a beanpole in those days)  I totally loved the 2 cent peppermint squares they sold in the cafeteria.  I was a SIP (safety patrol) with an outdoor post at Large and Horrocks and then got the coveted position at the front doors holding them open for the teachers!  I remember assemblies and singing "You'll never walk alone and Que Sera" but still cringe when I think of the kid next to me picking his nose and flinging his bougers my way.  Yeech!  He laughed.  I remember dark basement parties with Preston, maybe Rich Magaziner, Mark Tucker and I'm sure I'm forgetting some other young hotties.  Anybody know what happened to Susan Shubert?  We had swimming lessons across the street at Max Myers.  I cracked my head open jumping from the baby swings (before they padded the ground) and had to be rushed to Frankford H. for 4 stitches.  But the wiggly waggly slide was the best.  The swings were uplifting and that giraffe statue was a work of art.  I do remember saving my quarters in a PSFS account.  I don't remember the teacher but I loved Art class.  Mrs. Flynn? had real blonde hair that I stared at all the time and Mr. Catalano the Science teacher was a hunk who I later introduced myself to about 20 years later at a big union meeting. He was still handsome.  Fels will have to be another time, but I leave you with a smile on my face.  Thanks, Bette Giwerc Allekotte 

p.s. please sign your name to your posts.

P, Yup, I'm a laugh riot.  Nothing like reading this at 6:30 a.m. with a cup of Joe.  Also, starting the day off with the lyrics to You'll Never Walk Alone & tearing up. 

Me

P.S.  Stephen Waldman sent an updated pic of himself to me.  Wants to see mine.  Told him didn't know how to do.  Would u believe, he sent me instructions on how to do & also, his phone # in case I had trouble.

Looks like maybe you have a replacement in that regard.  I'm sure it breaks your heart.  LOL. 

Hi Pete,

Isn't it amazing how much so many of us have in common,while being so different?How fortunate and yet unfortunate it is being the children of survivors.My small family had always been looked on as different.My mother and father divorced when I was 2,the woman who was my "mom" was a black nurse who came home from the hospital with me and raised me with my father.Both of them were the best people I've ever known.My father never failed to amaze me with his generosity of spirit and his ability to forgive but never forget.Mattie was just the best mom anyone could wish for,loving,smart and proud.They both taught me a lot about the evils of prejudice.

Aging seems to level the playing field and hopefully we realize that those differences help us to be better people,more accepting of the different and being able to learn from others who are different.Children of survivors have a tendency towards special psychological issues.I hope yours were not too bad,it seems you have come through well.As have I,as I said,my life turned out very well,I've gone everywhere and done all the things I had wanted to do.

I'm still on the fence about the reunion,but am leaning more towards going.I'm really enjoying the various posts and you've done a great job maintaining the web site and newsletters.

Jackie

Pete,

I remember being at Fels in Mr. Leach's 7th grade music class when word came in that Kennedy was shot We were sent home on the bus, and when I arrived home- my brother told me he was dead.  It was stunning.

I went to Moore school and remember my first grade teacher was Mrs. Walter. Does anyone remember her.  She was very nice, I remember Third grade was Miss Klein ,Forth was  Mrs Aikens , 5th was Mr, Rosenheim, and 6th Mrs. Ronahan. I do not remember my second grade teacher. Anyone have a clue.

Marilyn