03-31-2010 ( Reply#: 5215 ) |
James Hunt |
Hope this link works, it's a picture of the 1967 8th grade class at OLPH
[IMG]http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o433/cwajga/OLPHthGradeClass1967.jpg[/IMG]
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03-31-2010 ( Reply#: 5218 ) |
SixTGunr |
Woked fine James and I saved the foto ....
Folks above would have been Class of 1962-1963 ....
I may have some old OLPH fotos here somewhere.
I did my first couple of years at Lee L Caldwell
right up the road from OLPH ...
Never forget the principal there at the time: Name was Mrs Broadhurst
Six |
04-01-2010 ( Reply#: 5226 ) |
Jim Plummer |
What happened to Father Reining? I notice he was not in the photo. When I was at OLPH he was a terror for misbehaving kids. Who was teaching 8th grade by this time?quote: Originally posted by James Hunt
Hope this link works, it's a picture of the 1967 8th grade class at OLPH
http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o433/cwajga/OLPHthGradeClass1967.jpg
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04-01-2010 ( Reply#: 5233 ) |
nitti |
quote: Originally posted by James Hunt
Hope this link works, it's a picture of the 1967 8th grade class at OLPH
http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o433/cwajga/OLPHthGradeClass1967.jpg
[/quote]Thanks for the picture. I'm class of '65. Noticed my brother Tony in third row from bottom!! |
04-02-2010 ( Reply#: 5234 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
quote: Originally posted by Jim Plummer
What happened to Father Reining? I notice he was not in the photo. When I was at OLPH he was a terror for misbehaving kids. Who was teaching 8th grade by this time?quote: Originally posted by James Hunt
Hope this link works, it's a picture of the 1967 8th grade class at OLPH
http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o433/cwajga/OLPHthGradeClass1967.jpg
Jim---
Father Reinig was long gone by 1966-67; according to the OLPH Parish Album of 1970, he left in April of '62 and died that December. Check out the Sheptalk thread "50 Years Ago Today" to see a great OLPH Communion pic from May of 1959, with Msgnr Reinig in the front row. I clearly remember a bright sunny afternoon---I think it was in fall of '58---when the entire student body of OLPH was told to assemble out on the playground; we had no idea why. Soon, everybody began cheering, and we found out that Father Reinig had been elevated (promoted?) to the title of Monsignor. I remember a number of other priests at OLPH; in 1957-59 Father Palone and Father Heeg (who is still around the area). When Palone left, he was replaced by a young priest, Father Dennis Blaney (who is also still around and runs a charitable group called the Share Foundation in central Indiana).
In '62 or '63, Father Minich arrived...a very interesting guy. Was rather soft-spoken, but I clearly remember one Sunday near the end of Mass---he was doing the final reading ("the Last Gospel") which used to be done up at the left side of the altar with his back to the congregation. As usual, a number of people would get up and leave --"behind his back" as it were---in order to be the first ones out to the parking lot. So Father Minich interrupts his final prayer and WHIPS AROUND to the crowd and CHEWS THE HELL out of the folks who were sneaking out----"Don't you DARE leave while I am still praying, etc..."; shocked them right back into the pews.
Father Sipos was the pastor starting in fall of '62--- he's in the 1966 photo, as is Father Evers, a very gentle and genuinely nice guy.
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04-02-2010 ( Reply#: 5235 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
My late brother Mike (OLPH class of '63) was a friend and classmate of Frank Tokoly. Our Sheptalk friend "Nitti" and I were classmates of Frank's sister Theresa (an A Student), and their younger brother Robert is in the bottom row of the '66-67 picture. No idea where any of them are today.
I can't believe how many of the '66-67 class I recognize and remember (even though I graduated in '65). Bobby Skafish is also in the bottom row; he was (is) the Chicago DJ--right?
Larry r |
04-03-2010 ( Reply#: 5236 ) |
Jim Plummer |
Larry, where do I find the 50 years ago today at? I looked around the entire web-site and didn't see it. I think I remember Father Reining yelling at the early leavers. I certainly remember the Sundays when he would scream at the church goes to give more money or else! I also remember how the whole school met downstairs so he could force feed us classical music on his new hi-fi. Of course, we were given no background on the music before we had to endure it. The only highlight was hearing the William Tell overture which we knew as the Lone Ranger or my favorite Les Prelude which was on the soundtrack of the Flash Gordon serial. I really like Father Pallone when he came along to start St. Catherines and I was so happy when we started attending church there.quote: Originally posted by HassoBenSoba
quote: Originally posted by Jim Plummer
What happened to Father Reining? I notice he was not in the photo. When I was at OLPH he was a terror for misbehaving kids. Who was teaching 8th grade by this time?quote: Originally posted by James Hunt
Hope this link works, it's a picture of the 1967 8th grade class at OLPH
http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o433/cwajga/OLPHthGradeClass1967.jpg
Jim---
Father Reinig was long gone by 1966-67; I think he left around '61. Check out the Sheptalk thread "50 Years Ago Today" to see a great OLPH Communion pic from May of 1959, with Msgnr Reinig in the front row. I clearly remember a bright sunny afternoon---I think it was in fall of '58---when the entire student body of OLPH was told to assemble out on the playground; we had no idea why. Soon, everybody began cheering, and we found out that Father Reinig had been elevated (promoted?) to the title of Monsignor. I remember a number of other priests at OLPH; in 1957-59 Father Palone and Father Heeg (who is still around the area). When Palone left, he was replaced by a young priest, Father Dennis Blaney (who is also still around and runs a charitable group called the Share Foundation in central Indiana).
In '62 or '63, Father Minich arrived...a very interesting guy. Was rather soft-spoken, but I clearly remember one Sunday near the end of Mass---he was doing the final reading ("the Last Gospel") which used to be done up at the left side of the altar with his back to the congregation. As usual, a number of people would get up and leave --"behind his back" as it were---in order to be the first ones out to the parking lot. So Father Minich interrupts his final prayer and WHIPS AROUND to the crowd and CHEWS THE HELL out of the folks who were sneaking out----"Don't you DARE leave while I am still praying, etc..."; shocked them right back into the pews.
Father Sipos was the pastor for most of the '60's--- he's in the 1966 photo, as is Father Evers, a very gentle and genuinely nice guy.
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04-03-2010 ( Reply#: 5239 ) |
James Hunt |
I don't remember him but is this Father Reinig in my First Communion photo. Hadn't looked at this picture in a long time, must have been taken 1961 when I was in 2ng grade.
Funny thing is that I have a black eye in the photo and can remember exactly how I got it. They were adding onto Caldwell school and some friends and I were crawling around the new construction and I walked right into a pipe. Ouch!!
http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o433/cwajga/FirstCommunionOLPHMaybe1961.jpg
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04-03-2010 ( Reply#: 5240 ) |
seejay2 |
Here is one from 1943. Reining himself is a puppy in this one..........Cj
[IMG]http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u250/seejay2_photos/1943FatherR-C.jpg[/IMG] |
04-03-2010 ( Reply#: 5241 ) |
MrRazz |
Larry,
You mentioned Father Palone...didn't he used to be at Saint Catherines's of Sienna? I seem to rememember delivering the Times to him there. What ever happened to him? quote: Originally posted by HassoBenSoba
quote: Originally posted by Jim Plummer
What happened to Father Reining? I notice he was not in the photo. When I was at OLPH he was a terror for misbehaving kids. Who was teaching 8th grade by this time?quote: Originally posted by James Hunt
Hope this link works, it's a picture of the 1967 8th grade class at OLPH
http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o433/cwajga/OLPHthGradeClass1967.jpg
Jim---
Father Reinig was long gone by 1966-67; I think he left around '61. Check out the Sheptalk thread "50 Years Ago Today" to see a great OLPH Communion pic from May of 1959, with Msgnr Reinig in the front row. I clearly remember a bright sunny afternoon---I think it was in fall of '58---when the entire student body of OLPH was told to assemble out on the playground; we had no idea why. Soon, everybody began cheering, and we found out that Father Reinig had been elevated (promoted?) to the title of Monsignor. I remember a number of other priests at OLPH; in 1957-59 Father Palone and Father Heeg (who is still around the area). When Palone left, he was replaced by a young priest, Father Dennis Blaney (who is also still around and runs a charitable group called the Share Foundation in central Indiana).
In '62 or '63, Father Minich arrived...a very interesting guy. Was rather soft-spoken, but I clearly remember one Sunday near the end of Mass---he was doing the final reading ("the Last Gospel") which used to be done up at the left side of the altar with his back to the congregation. As usual, a number of people would get up and leave --"behind his back" as it were---in order to be the first ones out to the parking lot. So Father Minich interrupts his final prayer and WHIPS AROUND to the crowd and CHEWS THE HELL out of the folks who were sneaking out----"Don't you DARE leave while I am still praying, etc..."; shocked them right back into the pews.
Father Sipos was the pastor for most of the '60's--- he's in the 1966 photo, as is Father Evers, a very gentle and genuinely nice guy.
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04-04-2010 ( Reply#: 5242 ) |
seejay2 |
The Reining pic that I posted earlier was from 1943. I was retouching the original for someone and she sent it to me last night. I edited my Reining post to include the retouched photo.
Fr. Pallone died some time ago, back in the 70's I believe. I think it was pulmonary related issues. He was an awfully heavy smoker. I don't think it would have surprised anyone if he would have had a lit cigarette in an ashtray on the altar during mass.
[IMG]http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u250/seejay2_photos/Pallone.jpg[/IMG]..Cj |
04-05-2010 ( Reply#: 5249 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
JIM--
The "50 Years Ago Today" is currently on Page 3 of this Hammond, Indiana forum, about mid-way down the page. Also--I will be conducting Liszt's "Le Preludes" with my own orchestra in Northbrook, Il on May 16th. I don't recall ever being treated to a classical listening session by Msgr. Reinig; interesting to hear about this.
Larry r |
04-05-2010 ( Reply#: 5253 ) |
Jim Plummer |
Larry, I found the picture-don't know how I missed it the other day. Father Palone was brought in to start St. Catherine's and they posted him as an ass't at OLPH during the building process. He was a breath of fresh air after Father Reining. He was a heavy smoker but we didn't think much of that at the time. I notice in that 1944 picture that the nun had a different habit than what I remember during my time there 1951-58. I recall that we had to endure several of those classical music sessions. Father Reining had received his hi-fi from the parish and I guess this was his way of giving back to the parish and educating us kids as well. I remember the nuns were all patrol to make sure we were quiet and well behaved. My first communion day was May 11,1952 and it was a very hot day. You weren't supposed to drink anything an hour before mass but, I was so hot that I snuck into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the cold water and ... Strangely enough nothing happened- nobody mortal or angelic ever pointed a finger or a pitchfork at me during the service. I'm trusting on "you people" to not tell on me! |
04-05-2010 ( Reply#: 5254 ) |
Jim Plummer |
Anybody notice the sign on the wall above Father Dominic Pallone's head.
I just remembered that at the time OLPH would accept the kids that were kicked out of the public schools. Anybody remember 'Trigger' Mooney? He used to openly brag about how many seats he had ripped up at the Ace theater over the weekend. |
04-05-2010 ( Reply#: 5257 ) |
seejay2 |
TRIGGER!!!! Yes! My God, another great icon of Hessville and a pillar of morality for the rest of us to take a lesson from. I also remember when he got in bigtime trouble for shooting up storefront windows all along Kennedy Ave with a BB gun........Cj |
04-05-2010 ( Reply#: 5259 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
quote: Originally posted by Jim Plummer
Anybody notice the sign on the wall above Father Dominic Pallone's head.
I just remembered that at the time OLPH would accept the kids that were kicked out of the public schools. Anybody remember 'Trigger' Mooney? He used to openly brag about how many seats he had ripped up at the Ace theater over the weekend.
JIM and Seejay,
I'm getting all confused about the chronology here. Where's the old 1943 pic of Father Reinig from...what school? Also, the picture of Father Palone--- was it taken at OLPH? If so, it wasn't in the old cafeteria, which was in the basement of the church annex; do you know when the photo was taken? My only definite memory of Father Palone at OLPH was during my 1st grade year (1957-58); after that, it was Fathers Reinig, Heeg and Blaney---they were the ones who officiated at my First Communion in May of '59. So I think Father Palone had left by then.
Re: this Trigger Mooney guy---sounds like somebody my brother Mike and I would have enjoyed, since we essentially did the same thing (BB gun up and down Kennedy Ave) in the fall of '64. Hate to admit it to all of you...but we did some pretty STUPID things back then---real juvie delinquents. Of course, we had our sensitive sides, too....
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04-05-2010 ( Reply#: 5260 ) |
Joel357 |
speaking of juvenile delinquents, my dad told me a story when he, a guy named Chuck McGrath and Jean Shepherd buried a little spark gap transmitter behind the Police department. From what he told me, the frequency was above the AM broadcast band, not VHF like it is today. They got into a P*&(ing match with the radio operator because he said they were interfering with police radio traffic when they were on one of the ham frequencies 1.8 Mhz. I guess there was so much interference that it rendered the radio system useless for a couple of days. I told one this story to another one of his ham buddies, who wasn't involved and he exclaimed "wow I was wondering who did that after all these years!!" I know off topic here, sorry!! |
04-05-2010 ( Reply#: 5261 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
Here's one of the 8th-Grade classes from OLPH --Spring of 1965.
I'll list all the names --- see if you knew any of them or their siblings, and where any of them might be now.
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/OLPH650001.jpg[/IMG]
TOP ROW- Yours Truly, Nancy Oberle, Rich Hohalek, Dorothy Eaton, Frank Minard, Peggy Demeter, Mike Wrona, Margarite Padilla, Fred Dempsey
2nd ROW- Veronica Bielak, Larry LaBuda, Pat Kenar, Doyle Berkley, Sister Dolita (her first year at OLPH; I think she left the order a few years later), Debby Catania, Tim Felus, Sue Nemcek, Jack Fredericks
3rd ROW- Sandy Bement, Bill Bathurst, Elaine Krasowski, Bob Chamberlain (R.I.P.), Brian O'Donnell, Linda Prendergast
4th ROW- Joe Bastasich, Mary Beth Pienazek, Bill Brownwell, Cheryl Tonkovich, Jim Rolfe, Mark Powers, Bob Tintari
5th ROW- Kathy Brown, Rich Tomich, Linda Klus, Bob Fogarty, Bill Hart, Judy Holloway, Don Bertagnolli, Jim Dieotte, Marcy Polak
BOTTOM ROW- Dennis Dec (R.I.P. - drowning accident a few months after graduating; a very nice guy), Steve Resler, Carmen Alvarado, Tim Caroll, Dusty Karaffa, Pat Davis, Frank Mosca (sorry for blowing your cover, Nitti...) |
04-06-2010 ( Reply#: 5266 ) |
seejay2 |
To my understanding, the Reining pic was taken in '43 on OLPH property somewhere. The mother of one of our 'Shep' members is in the pic. It is probably the oldest 'Reining' pic I have seen. I will ask for more clarification.
The 'Pallone' pic was taken at St. C of Sienna cafeteria. I remember the guy behind Pallone, but I can't remember his name. This pic came from a box of my mother's stuff. I will ask her for more info on this one. I'm sure she will know why it was taken and who the guy in the background was. Some kind of local businessman is coming to mind.quote: Originally posted by HassoBenSoba
quote: Originally posted by Jim Plummer
Anybody notice the sign on the wall above Father Dominic Pallone's head.
I just remembered that at the time OLPH would accept the kids that were kicked out of the public schools. Anybody remember 'Trigger' Mooney? He used to openly brag about how many seats he had ripped up at the Ace theater over the weekend.
JIM and Seejay,
I'm getting all confused about the chronology here. Where's the old 1943 pic of Father Reinig from...what school? Also, the picture of Father Palone--- was it taken at OLPH? If so, it wasn't in the old cafeteria, which was in the basement of the church annex; do you know when the photo was taken? My only definite memory of Father Palone at OLPH was during my 1st grade year (1957-58); after that, it was Fathers Reinig, Heeg and Blaney---they were the ones who officiated at my First Communion in May of '59. So I think Father Palone had left by then.
Re: this Trigger Mooney guy---sounds like somebody my brother Mike and I would have enjoyed, since we essentially did the same thing (BB gun up and down Kennedy Ave) in the fall of '64. Hate to admit it to all of you...but we did some pretty STUPID things back then---real juvie delinquents. Of course, we had our sensitive sides, too....
Trigger Mooney was not the kind of character you "enjoyed". You would always hear something amusing about him (something someone else would suffer for in some way), but he was not the kind of company you would keep--not even for only a few moments
Just for the heck of it (and so I can beat my chest a little), this is the original Reining photo
[IMG]http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u250/seejay2_photos/FatherR-Copy.jpg[/IMG].....Cj
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04-06-2010 ( Reply#: 5267 ) |
James Hunt |
How the heck do all of you inset a photo in a message? I had to post a photo on a website and then post a link.
Jim |
04-06-2010 ( Reply#: 5268 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
Seejay and Jim,
Nice restoration on the old Reinig pic! And now I realize where it was taken---in front of the old Church, which was on Arizona Ave next door--to the left of the current corner rectory. This was the old building which we referred to as the "Annex" during my time at OLPH. Our cafeteria was in the basement of this building. I realize that my brother Mike and I were in the minority on this, but we LOVED the hot lunches that they served--some of the best stuff we ever ate.
Thanks for confirming that the Fr. Palone pic was taken at St Catherine's.... we never were forbidden from talking during lunch at OLPH, as the sign on the wall says. Jeezzz...they must have been really strict at Catherine's! Also, Fr. Palone looks older in the pic than I remember him in the late '50's.
Jim--- Check the thread "How to Post Pictures" on main page #3 on this site. I scan my pics into my pictures file, then post them on Photobucket, which provides you with a little "window/chart" of 4 URL formats for each picture you post. I copy and paste the bottom code ("IMG Code") and paste it into the message while writing it. I think you can also use the 2nd code and establish a link in your message, which will take you to the posted picture. |
04-06-2010 ( Reply#: 5270 ) |
Tom J |
quote: Originally posted by James Hunt
How the heck do all of you inset a photo in a message? I had to post a photo on a website and then post a link.
Jim
Jim:
I bumped the post that tells how to post pictures to the top for you.
Tom |
04-06-2010 ( Reply#: 5271 ) |
nitti |
quote: Originally posted by HassoBenSoba
Seejay and Jim,
Nice restoration on the old Reinig pic! And now I realize where it was taken---in front of the old Church, which was on Arizona Ave next door--to the left of the current corner rectory. This was the old building which we referred to as the "Annex" during my time at OLPH. Our cafeteria was in the basement of this building. I realize that my brother Mike and I were in the minority on this, but we LOVED the hot lunches that they served--some of the best stuff we ever ate.
You really ate the chop suey and the greasy hamburger glop they put over mashed potatoes??? When I was little , I cried until the nuns let me leave. When I was older, my milk carton made a loud noise when it hit the garbage can. One positive note - to this day I eat fishsticks on rye bread with tarter sauce because it was my favorite at the cafeteria.
Thanks for confirming that the Fr. Palone pic was taken at St Catherine's.... we never were forbidden from talking during lunch at OLPH, as the sign on the wall says. Jeezzz...they must have been really strict at Catherine's! Also, Fr. Palone looks older in the pic than I remember him in the late '50's.
Jim--- Check the thread "How to Post Pictures" on main page #3 on this site. I scan my pics into my pictures file, then post them on Photobucket, which provides you with a little "window/chart" of 4 URL formats for each picture you post. I copy and paste the bottom code ("IMG Code") and paste it into the message while writing it. I think you can also use the 2nd code and establish a link in your message, which will take you to the posted picture.
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04-07-2010 ( Reply#: 5273 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
Here's a picture of father Lawrence Heeg and me in the OLPH assembly hall-- First Communion day, Sunday, May 3rd, 1959.
Larry R
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/FatherHeeg0001.jpg[/IMG]
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04-07-2010 ( Reply#: 5276 ) |
Jim Plummer |
That '43 photo was taken in front of the'oringinal OLPH'. You have the location right. The caf was in the basement and I did like the hot lunches also, when they were something I liked and since they gave us a list each month that was simple to deal with. I notice the nuns were different when I was there in the 50's. They must have retired shortly after I graduated.
You have Trigger spot on. He was somebody that you avoided any way you could. He would beat you up at the drop of a hat. I learned that the hard way. One day I spotted Donald Olenik across Kennedy Ave walking with Trigger. I waved hello and Trigger came across the street and beat me up! I wonder what ever became of him.
Father Pallone was only at OLPH until Saint Catherine's opened. |
04-07-2010 ( Reply#: 5278 ) |
seejay2 |
I only remember that Trigger died some time ago, but I couldn't tell you from what.
Is 'stupidity' fatal?.....Cj |
04-07-2010 ( Reply#: 5279 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
In the post above from Nitti there's a few lines in small print about the OLPH cafeteria food. My response: Absolutely---I ate everything they served: the sloppy joes, hamburgers, beef, chop suey (my first encounter), cheese sandwiches, fish sticks and ESPECIALLY that ground beef in greasy gravy over mashed potatoes, served with a side of canned corn---my late brother Mike and I couldn't get enough of it; in fact, Mike still raved about it all these years later.
For my first three years at OLPH, I took a bagged lunch every day---hated it, but Mike and I weren't interested in trying the hot lunch. However,---and I remember it like it was yesterday---on Halloween day, 1960 (a Monday), our mother was running late and couldn't make us a lunch, so she gave me 30 cents and told me to buy a hot one. I was a bit intimidated by the whole process, but, having sampled one of their excellent sloppy joes with cheese, potato chips and dill pickles, I continued to BUY my lunch every single day 'til the day I graduated five years later. I'd run to the nearest place that served that food if I could find it today. |
04-07-2010 ( Reply#: 5280 ) |
SixTGunr |
Heeg sure looks familiar to me ...
I was an altar boy too ...
Also remember Palone ...
I gotta see what pics I have here ...
Six |
04-08-2010 ( Reply#: 5281 ) |
Jim Plummer |
I seem to recall that trigger was 16 in grade school so maybe he died of old age. We have a saying at the gym I go to- MORON REDUCTION! In other words stupid people do stupid things and get themselves killed.
I too, was an altar boy. Once you learned the latin responses which I still know,it got you out of having to be at school most mornings. If you served at St. Catherine's you could stop at Solina's Bakery and buy a couple of sweet rolls at 7 cents each and eat them at your olph school desk in the middle of class. Plus you got a little better treatment from the nuns- less ear and hair pulling if they thought you were bad.quote: Originally posted by seejay2
I only remember that Trigger died some time ago, but I couldn't tell you from what.
Is 'stupidity' fatal?.....Cj
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04-08-2010 ( Reply#: 5282 ) |
Jim Plummer |
They must have held that 30 cent price for years because that's what they charged when I was there. Can you get chop suey any more? They don't have it in SoCal anywhere.quote: Originally posted by HassoBenSoba
In the post above from Nitti there's a few lines in small print about the OLPH cafeteria food. My response: Absolutely---I ate everything they served: the sloppy joes, hamburgers, beef, chop suey (my first encounter), cheese sandwiches, fish sticks and ESPECIALLY that ground beef in greasy gravy over mashed potatoes, served with a side of canned corn---my late brother Mike and I couldn't get enough of it; in fact, Mike still raved about it all these years later.
For my first three years at OLPH, I took a bagged lunch every day---hated it, but Mike and I weren't interested in trying the hot lunch. However,---and I remember it like it was yesterday---on Halloween day, 1960 (a Monday), our mother was running late and couldn't make us a lunch, so she gave me 30 cents and told me to buy a hot one. I was a bit intimidated by the whole process, but, having sampled one of their excellent sloppy joes with cheese, potato chips and dill pickles, I continued to BUY my lunch every single day 'til the day I graduated five years later. I'd run to the nearest place that served that food if I could find it today.
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04-08-2010 ( Reply#: 5283 ) |
seejay2 |
Moron Reduction!! Perfect! I like that. I'm going to have to add that to my repertoire of put downs............Cj |
04-09-2010 ( Reply#: 5297 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
OLPH was still charging a mere 30 cents for their lunches when I graduated in 1965. One of the best deals of all time, in my opinion. |
04-10-2010 ( Reply#: 5302 ) |
Jim Plummer |
over on the gone but not forgotten list, somebody brought up the Legio Of Decency. Remember standing up in church and swearing to support their efforts once a year? In 7th grade the nun put me in charge of posting the list every week out of Our Sunday Visiter. The condemmed films seldom played in the area but the 'b' films did and I was always curious what was objectionable in these films. Of course you were always afraid somebody would turn you in to the nuns. I think the nuns encouraged snitches at least in the late 50's |
04-10-2010 ( Reply#: 5303 ) |
nitti |
quote: Originally posted by HassoBenSoba
OLPH was still charging a mere 30 cents for their lunches when I graduated in 1965. One of the best deals of all time, in my opinion.
And Mrs. Davich would sell you an ice cream sandwich or nutty buddy for a dime!!! (hey Hasso - why did the phrase "chutty nutty" just pop into my head??) |
04-21-2010 ( Reply#: 5384 ) |
wvcogs |
Larry, Jim, Chris, somebody...
Did students at OLPH wear uniforms when you guys attended way back when??? Thanks.
Ken |
04-22-2010 ( Reply#: 5389 ) |
LegulusQ |
Hi, Ken. I graduated from the Pool Hall [:)] in 1966. Sometime while I was there, possibly 5th or 6th grade, the uniform mandate was instituted. The boys wore white shirts and navy pants, and the girls wore white blouses and blue & green plaid skirts. Craig
LegulusQ |
04-22-2010 ( Reply#: 5392 ) |
Jim Plummer |
Ken,
Sometime around 1955 or 56 they started uniforms. I think Father Reining saw it as an easy way around controlling what people wore to school. I couldn't tell you what they were concerned about other than image and all the boys wore jeans. I guess the girls must have been wearing sleeveless blouses or shiney shoes. My mother disliked the whole concept because it forced her to lay out extra money for clothing at certain stores. I think we had light blue shirts and dark blue or black pants. The nuns and Father Reining were very concerned about protecting us from evil. I first learned about Elvis when they taught us that he was sinful and bad. Pat Boone was held up as good. Oh yes, and they would monitor who bought those Elvis trading cards etc. at Grandma's across the street after scholl. Since the nuns lived on the third floor of the school, I always wondered which window held the telescope they must have used to watch us. Between Elvis and those evil movies they warned us about,we knew what to avoid. Public school must have been boring in comparison. |
04-22-2010 ( Reply#: 5406 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
Here's my take on the OLPH uniform thing: in my first-grade picture(1957-58) I wore a tie, plus a shirt and sweater vest that were both light blue....which I recall was our school uniform at the time. However, from 2nd grade all the way through 7th (fall of '58 through spring '64) we didn't wear 'em. Then, in late summer of '64, OLPH reinstated the uniforms, and my parents took us to the glitzy, elegant, up-scale "Mademoiselle Shoppe" (in downtown Indiana Harbor) to stock up on our new regulation-issue school clothes. As I recall, the 1st through 4th graders wore a "junior" version...with the boys wearing those funky "X-shaped" ties that snapped across the front, while us older dudes wore long ties (I tied a Windsor knot in mine once at the beginning of the year, then slipped it on-and-off over my head all the way into Sophomore year at Noll).
JIM--- I'm not sure about the nuns living on the third floor of the school; it only had two floors (plus the basement assembly hall). The nuns lived in the 3-story convent just to the south of the school(though I'm not sure when it was built). But you're right...they were very crafty.
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And that little store across the street from OLPH was owned and operated by an Old World (Polish?-Serbian?-Croatian?) couple--Alex and "Granny" Sitnick; what a TRIP! They were always ripping the kids off, just to make a few extra pennies on the candy they sold. I clearly remember one Saturday afternoon in May of '63 when I went in there with my best buddy Charlie Harvey; his mother had given him a whole quarter (25 cents) to spend, so Charlie, in typical fashion, offered me 12 cents of it. We walked into Sitnick's store, and there was old Alex back behind the counter, hacking away at a side of beef with a big tree saw (I guess they did their own butchering there, just like in the old days).
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/MenCharlie0001.jpg[/IMG]
Here's Charlie Harvey and me, still yuckin' it up over the Sitnick incident--summer of '63.
Anyway, Granny waits on us two young whippesnappers; I bought my 12 cents of candy first, followed by Charlie, who took his sweet time selecting his 13 cents worth. He put 8 cents on the top of the glass counter, and I watched as the old hag quietly slipped the coins into her white butcher's apron. When Charlie had finally finished picking out his 13 cents' worth, he gave her the remaining nickel that he owed. But the detestable crone said: "You owe me 13 cents." So Charlie and I start ripping into her: "No...he already gave you 8 cents, and you took it..." etc. But the demented harpy denied it, and all hell broke loose, until Charlie--leaving the candy on the counter, abruptly turned and stormed out the front door, saying "just Forget it!" Granny then turns to Alex and declares "Ah! Look at him--the little S___T!"
I grabbed Charlie's nickel off of the counter, ran after him out the door, and caught up with him (heading south on Arizona towards the park), just as Alex Sitnick stuck his head out of his front door, raised in his clenched fist in anger and shouted "You little snot---I'll Shake Yer' Teeth Out!!!"
Epilogue: I'm sure that some of you guys are starting to wonder if this stuff is for real or not....I can totally understand if you're saying to yourself "this guy must be nuts; this crazy crap couldn't have really happened!!" But it did--every word is true. The reason I remember it so clearly is simple: I mentioned in one of these threads that my late brother Mike and I created a whole series of comedy recordings (on tape), in which I played myself and Mike portrayed 30 different characters; we recreated hilarious and/or bizarre incidents that took place during the mid-late '60's (complete with background music and laugh track) and, sure enough, the entire Sitnick incident was one of them! We did our first version of the tape in early '65, so the Sitnick event was still fresh in my memory...and it has remained emblazoned in my poor, addled brain ever since, word-for-word, as if it happened yesterday. (A certain Sheptalk member named "Nitti" has actually heard some of these tapes...which have survived only in short "highlights" form).
HERE'S A 2004 PIC OF THE FORMER SITE OF THE LEGENDARY ALEX SITNICK'S STORE, across Arizona Ave from OLPH.
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/IMG_1416.jpg[/IMG]
Larry r |
04-23-2010 ( Reply#: 5407 ) |
LegulusQ |
Larry, what a great story! But I have to jump to the defense of poor Granny. She was not the villainess! The name of the perp was the legendary, infamous STELLA, Alex's wife! If Granny cheated anyone, it was probably because she couldn't see squat! I actually remember a time when Granny tried to correct Stella's new "math", but when Granny pointed out the "mistake" Stella had made, thus exposing the swindle, Stella whupped Granny upside the head and told her to shut her mouth!
Sitnick's! An Arizona Ave. institution. I remember my mom giving me a quarter to go down and buy a loaf of Butternut bread for the vast sum of 21 cents. I could spend the change on penny candy, or if I had been particularly thrifty with my funds, I could spring for a popsickle (7 cents) or shoot my wad on a fudgesickle (8 cents, later inflating to a then outrageous 10 cents - what, a whole dime for one item? That's when you got a reputation in the neighborhood as a high roller!)
The person who could always spin the best Sitnick yarns was Ray Skamay. He had dozens of them, and if some of them may have been apocryphal nobody cared because they were so great! I can still hear Ray, in his best Stella impersonation, say "Alex go to warehouse"!
Larry, thanks for clearing up the timeline on the uniform situation. I didn't think I had worn them the entire time at OLPH, but then I started thinking that maybe I was losing it. Your description of when the bad idea was revisited seems correct to me. There must have been a uniform faction hiding in the weeds, biding their time, waiting for just the right time to return gloriously to power and impose their will on the hapless youth of Hessville!
LegulusQ |
04-23-2010 ( Reply#: 5410 ) |
Tom J |
COOL story, Larry! Thanks for sharing it and for doing such a good job of telling it.
Got any more?
Tom
P.S. Thanks for your contribution, too, Craig. |
04-23-2010 ( Reply#: 5412 ) |
Jim Plummer |
Yeah Larry,please another story. By the way did you have a relative that lived on Cleveland st back in the 30's with the initials of J S ? |
04-23-2010 ( Reply#: 5415 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
Craig--
I need to clarify my Sitnick story: Alex's wife Stella WAS "Granny Sitnick" to us---they are one and the same! I was totally unaware that an actual, older "Granny" existed. What a web of intrigue.....
Yes, it was STELLA (whom we automatically dubbed "Granny") that is the villainess in my story. Maybe you could fill in the details as to the identity of the real Granny Sitnick.
I do have other stories, many of which I am reluctant to tell in a more-or-less public forum (what's the statute of limitations on vandalism, I wonder?); many of the stories don't have the classic beginning, middle and denouement (if I may use a fancy French term) of the Sitnick saga. I'll have to watch and see when the time seems right. Also--JIM---I'm not aware of any relatives in Hessville of old; my dad's family was centered in Whiting. |
04-23-2010 ( Reply#: 5417 ) |
Tom J |
I believe Jim was giving you a compliment, Larry, by asking about your being related to a Cleveand Street inhabitant with the intials of J.S. He is saying that your story telling ability reminds him of Jean Shepherd's talent in that area.
Tomster |
04-23-2010 ( Reply#: 5437 ) |
nitti |
quote: Originally posted by HassoBenSoba
Here's my take on the OLPH uniform thing: in my first-grade picture(1957-58) I wore a tie, plus a shirt and sweater vest that were both light blue....which I recall was our school uniform at the time. However, from 2nd grade all the way through 7th (fall of '58 through spring '64) we didn't wear 'em. Then, in late summer of '64, OLPH reinstated the uniforms, and my parents took us to the glitzy, elegant, up-scale "Mademoiselle Shoppe" (in downtown Indiana Harbor) to stock up on our new regulation-issue school clothes. As I recall, the 1st through 4th graders wore a "junior" version...with the boys wearing those funky "X-shaped" ties that snapped across the front, while us older dudes wore long ties (I tied a Windsor knot in mine once at the beginning of the year, then slipped it on-and-off over my head all the way into Sophomore year at Noll).
JIM--- I'm not sure about the nuns living on the third floor of the school; it only had two floors (plus the basement assembly hall). The nuns lived in the 3-story convent just to the south of the school(though I'm not sure when it was built). But you're right...they were very crafty.
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And that little store across the street from OLPH was owned and operated by an Old World Polish couple--Alex and "Granny" Sitnick; what a TRIP! They were always ripping the kids off, just to make a few extra pennies on the candy they sold. I clearly remember one Saturday afternoon in May of '63 when I went in there with my best buddy Charlie Harvey; his mother had given him a whole quarter (25 cents) to spend, so Charlie, in typical fashion, offered me 12 cents of it. We walked into Sitnick's store, and there was old Alex back behind the counter, hacking away at a side of beef with a big tree saw (I guess they did their own butchering there, just like in the old days).
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/MenCharlie0001.jpg[/IMG]
Here's Charlie Harvey and me, still yuckin' it up over the Sitnick incident--summer of '63.
Anyway, Granny waits on us two young whippesnappers; I bought my 12 cents of candy first, followed by Charlie, who took his sweet time selecting his 13 cents worth. He put 8 cents on the top of the glass counter, and I watched as the old hag quietly slipped the coins into her white butcher's apron. When Charlie had finally finished picking out his 13 cents' worth, he gave her the remaining nickel that he owed. But the detestable crone said: "You owe me 13 cents." So Charlie and I start ripping into her: "No...he already gave you 8 cents, and you took it..." etc. But the pathetic harpy argued back, and all hell broke loose, until Charlie abruptly turned and walked out the front door, saying "just Forget it!" Granny then turns to Alex and declares "Ah! Look at him--the little S___T!"
I grabbed Charlie's nickel off of the counter, ran after him out the door, and caught up with him (heading south on Arizona towards the park), just as Alex Sitnick stuck his head out of his front door, raised in his clenched fist in anger and shouted "You little snot---I'll Shake Yer' Teeth Out!!!"
Epilogue: I'm sure that some of you guys are starting to wonder if I'm for real or not....I can understand if you're now saying to yourself "this guy must be nuts; this crazy crap couldn't have really happened!!" But it did--every word is true. The reason I remember it so clearly is simple: I mentioned in one of these threads that my late brother Mike and I created a whole series of comedy recordings (on tape), in which I played myself and Mike portrayed 30 different characters; we recreated hilarious and/or bizarre incidents that took place during the mid-late '60's (complete with background music and laugh track) and, sure enough, the entire Sitnick incident was one of them! We did our first version of the tape a few years after the actual incident, which was still fresh in my memory...and it has remained emblazoned in my poor, addled brain ever since, word-for-word, as if it happened yesterday. (A certain Sheptalk member named "Nitti" has actually heard some of these tapes...which have survived only in short "highlight" form).
Larry r
"In Sister Barbara's classroom, a rap came on the door.......segue L'histoire du soldat........... |
04-23-2010 ( Reply#: 5438 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
quote: Originally posted by Tom J
I believe Jim was giving you a compliment, Larry, by asking about your being related to a Cleveand Street inhabitant with the intials of J.S. He is saying that your story telling ability reminds him of Jean Shepherd's talent in that area.
Tomster
Oh,....(DUHHH)....I get it...
Gee, thanks, guys!
LR |
04-23-2010 ( Reply#: 5440 ) |
James Hunt |
I didn't know Granny's Store had any other name than Granny's Store. I just remember the old woman who would patiently wait on me as I stood in front of the glass cabinet filled wiht penny candy. My mom would send me with a note to get her a pack of Pall Malls once a week or so and I would always have a few cents left over for the penny candy.
Flying saucers
Candy buttons (that candy on strips of paper)
Bubble gum cigarettes (can you believe someone thought this was a good idea?)
Necco wafers
Pumpkin seeds
Regards,
Jim Hunt |
04-23-2010 ( Reply#: 5441 ) |
LegulusQ |
The person who became the namesake of Sitnick's was the diminutive, elderly woman who mostly tended the store in the early days. I believe she was Alex Sitnick's mother. That may explain the apparent antagonistic attitude that Stella had toward Grandma, a really toxic mother-in-law/daughter-in-law scenario (although I suspect the animosity was mostly in one direction).
The store was often referred to as Grandma Sitnick's, then the Grandma Store, and finally as Granny's by some Hessvillites. Our family mostly just called it Sitnick's. Over the years, Grandma became progressively more frail, and Stella became more prominent (and notorious) as the primary maven of the establishment. Stella seemingly didn't care much for anyone, and I think that is why Alex was off to the warehouse every chance he got. When Alex was away, Stella would bully Grandma, often right in front of the local kids. Seeing an elderly grandmother being verbally abused is pretty terrible for anybody to witness, but for kids, who mostly worship their grandparents, it was very stressful. Finally, one day, I worked up the nerve to confront Stella, telling her "Why don't you leave Grandma alone?!" Stella turned toward me, her face crimson, and if looks could kill I wouldn't be posting this today! She evidently cursed me in Polish (probably a good thing, because I wouldn't want to know what she was calling me). I left the store wondering if it would ever be safe for me to return. Eventually I did, because living on Arizona you had to!, and from that point on I always thought, or maybe imagined, that Stella was giving me the evil eye. But I don't think she ever said anything nasty to Grandma again in my presence. Perhaps she worried that I might tell Alex about what was going on, or just maybe having been rebuked by a kid caused her to reconsider her own behavior. Anyway, that's what I'd like to think....
LegulusQ |
04-24-2010 ( Reply#: 5455 ) |
Jim Plummer |
YES, THAT WAS MY MEANING
When I was visiting Grandma's in the late 50's I never saw any abuse between Granny and Stella. I think she was the oldest person I had ever met at that time. |
04-24-2010 ( Reply#: 5457 ) |
Jim Plummer |
Does anyone remember the names of the Nun's that were there in the late 50's.Especially the principal who taught 8th grade. I also think that at some point a convent was built for the nuns to get them off the top floor of the school. Anybody remember this? |
04-24-2010 ( Reply#: 5458 ) |
SixTGunr |
quote: Especially the principal who taught 8th grade.
The name "Sister Barbara" sticks out in my mind when I graduated in 1962 ... She had been there for years ...
Mean ole thing she was too ... Always carried around that yard stick ... [:)]
Six
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04-24-2010 ( Reply#: 5459 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
Here's some OLPH Nun Fun: ("Nitti" should remember these teachers, since we went through all 8 years togther)
My 1st grade ('57-58) teacher was Sister Carolyn (a few interesting stories come to mind...)
2nd grade-- Sister Maurita (along with another nun who was sort of our "co-teacher" for the year; both were nice, and thus I had a great year)
3rd grade-- We started out with a lay teacher named Miss Board--- young, blonde, always seemed stressed out and impatient...was NOT able to control the class. Then, after about a month---without warning---she was replaced by Mrs Jackson, a really tough, no-nUnsense type, who came in and whipped our butts into shape; MAN, she was strict!
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/MrsJackson0001.jpg[/IMG]
Mrs. Jackson ('59-60) (there was real fire behind that cheery smile..)
4th grade - Sister Ursula...one of the aging, old-world types. Someone once told me she had escaped Germany during Hitler's regime; that may explain why, not long after Castro's take-over of Cuba, she asked us: "If the communists came into this classroom, lined you all up against the wall, and gave you the choice of renouncing your religion or being shot, which would you choose?" Needless to say, not much fun being in her class; an extremely dour, humorless person (sorry,folks--no pic available).
5th grade -- Mrs. Mesterharm-- a fine teacher who seemed like everybody's favorite aunt, and who was very respectful of us kids who, in turn, behaved very well. It was my favorite and least traumatizing year.
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/MrsMest0001.jpg[/IMG]
Mrs. Mesterharm ('61-62)
6th Grade--the legendary Mrs. Canepari---a truly great lady, an old-school Irishwoman, tough, but the kind of person you could tell loved her students and her work; I didn't come to appreciate her 'til I saw and spoke with her in 1982.
7th grade -- Sister Rosarita---also a pretty tough cookie; she had taught my brother Mike, and I ended up on her very bad side.
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/SrRosarita0001.jpg[/IMG]
(that's good old Mike's artistic handiwork on the class picture, turning "Rosie" into a mafia-style thug, complete with big Bozo shoes and striped socks).
8th grade--- Sister Dolita, who was new that year. Young, treated us decently...only occasionally resorted to tough methods (see pic above on class photo; she was the first one to wear the new, updated, square habit).
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BUT---Let's not forget:
Sister Ambrosia --ancient and inscrutable; taught 5th grade
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/Ambrosia0001.jpg[/IMG]
Sister Bathilda - also ancient (we called her "Sister Methusala"), but a rather jolly little roly-poly type; her 2nd-grade classroom was down in the assembly hall on the east side
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/Bathilda0001.jpg[/IMG]
Sister Barbara-- 8th Grade teacher; Mike had her for 8th grade--pretty tough, as I understand (my Mel Blanc video was filmed in her old classroom)
Sister Charlita-- taught 4th grade; very strict and often unpleasant.
Sister Claretta--one of the true dementos; a bitter and nasty woman. She taught my brother Mike 6th grade, then was promoted to principal in my 8th-grade year. She couldn't stand Mike, and thus really had it in for me when she took over the joint.
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/Claretta0001.jpg[/IMG]
Sr. Claretta
Sister Mary Ann--principal from about '61 to '64'; very nice and soft-spoken. I'll never forget her voice coming over the loud-speaker announcing that President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas.
AND--in a SPECIAL CATEGORY BY HERSELF----the most BRUTISH, THUGGISH, CRUEL and UN-HINGED of them all -- SISTER ANGELONA, who reigned as Principal during my first 4 years. Now, granted---I support good, solid discipline in schools and homes; we are all aware of the breakdown of our society due to the lack of discipline and respect for our elders---but this woman was OFF THE CHART!! She had no qualms about slapping around and pummeling the smallest and weakest of us, often for the slightest, insignificant offense. She had no business being anywhere near young kids, and really left her mark (literally, sometimes) on us during her reign of terror at OLPH.
Also-- the only MALE teacher at OLPH during my 8 years; (don't worry...he was a lay teacher, not a nun) named Mr. Neary--in his 30's, tall, thin, crew-cut w/horn-rimmed glasses. Apparently a good teacher and a civil guy.
Larry r |
04-24-2010 ( Reply#: 5463 ) |
LegulusQ |
Larry,
Great summary of the Legion of Doom, er the PHJC line-up at OLPH back in the day. I shared a few of the same teachers with you, with my favorite being Mrs. Canepari, whom I had for 7th grade. She had had my sister Carolyn previously, knew my parents, and pulled me aside on the first day and let me know I had big shoes to fill and "better toe the line".
What she did back then would land her in prison now, but one could never be bored in her classroom. I remember her leaving chalked-up erasers at the blackboard, so that she could turn, grab the weapon, whirl, and in one motion, whip an unerring missile off the head of the over-talkative pupil who had provoked her ire! The victim would be left dazed, hair tousled, with a cloud of chalk smoke rising from their head. Or her famous clear the classroom of disruption method, the legendary "old heave-ho"! In my class, this usually involved the ejection of the very sociable Bill Corrigan, or, as Mrs. Canepari dubbed him, half affectionately, "Wrong Way Corrigan". She would stand facing the class, grab Bill by his left arm, cock him back into firing position on her right side, and then catapult him out of the room, through the door and out into the hall. All the other kids would flinch, waiting for the inevitable sound of Bill crashing into the lockers across the hall! I don't know for sure, but sometimes I suspected that Mrs. Canepari had conspired with Bill and/or his parents and that the entire drama was scripted like professional wrestling, with Bill giving Mrs. Canepari some "assistance" in generating the power for the heave-ho (Bill was a pretty solidly built kid)! After watching Bill get flung, all the other kids in the class were cowed into helpless submission.
As you mentioned Larry, I also got to know Mrs. Canepari better at a later time, when I represented OLPH in the city and later the regional Hammond Times spelling bee while in the 8th grade. Even though she was no longer my teacher, she was the only representative from the school to attend both events. She had had a difficult life, was hard as nails, but she really cared about what happened to her students.
Craig
LegulusQ |
04-25-2010 ( Reply#: 5465 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
Here's my favorite Mrs. Canepari story.
During my year in her classroom ('62-63) we were divided into half 6th-grade (me & nitti), half 7th. I guess we took divided restroom breaks as well, since I recall a day when I was sitting in class, and the 7th graders were out in the john. There was some sort of disturbance in the hall, and Mrs. Canepari started to sizzle.
One of our favorite 7th-graders was this big, rotund, cream-puff of a guy... but extremely nice and very good natured, named Don Reichert. So Mrs. Canepari calls out to one of the 7th-graders and asks what the %@$# is going on out there. "Donnie Reichert's in the bathroom doing the TWIST!" came the reply.
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/DonnieReichert0001.jpg[/IMG]
DON REICHERT--a sweetheart of a guy with Dance Fever.
So after the class had returned and the door was closed, Mrs. Canepari starts grilling Donnie about his restroom antics. She then calls him up to the front of the room, over by the windows, and in her heavy Irish brogue, commands: "Alright, Mr. Reichert----COMMENCE TWISTIN'!"
So here's big old Don, shakin' and quakin' up there with a big, goofy grin on his face. He starts panting and puffing, his shirt and undershirt popping out of his drawers, while half the class howls in delight, and the rest avert their eyes. Then Mrs. C stops him and tells us that, when Donnie resumes his dance, she wants us to raise our hand when we've "had enough" of the spectacle; only when all hands are raised will Don be allowed to stop! So Donnie starts gyrating again and, as expected, all of the braniacs and teacher's pet-types raise their hands immediately; gradually more go up...but all of us guys are whispering loudly to each other "don't raise your hand; let's make him drop!"
So we all sit there, grinning like the morons we are, until Mrs. Canepari stops the show. Donnie, by now beet-red and covered with sweat, is allowed to sit down, while Mrs. C then turns her wrath on all of us jerks who wouldn't raise our hands. Ultimately, we had to write something very humiliating-- like "I showed my own ignorance by not stopping Donnie's twist", or words to that effect, to which we then had to sign our names. Mrs. C. then posted our statements outside the door in the hallway for all the school to read. Supposedly we were taught a lesson...but if I had the chance again today, I'd still sit and watch Donnie flail around like a big old tuna on a hook. [}:)]
Larry r |
04-25-2010 ( Reply#: 5466 ) |
Tom J |
Good story, Lar! I could just see that poor boy doing his little dance. [:D]
Keep 'em coming!
Tomster |
04-25-2010 ( Reply#: 5470 ) |
Jim Plummer |
That list is different from 58 when I graduated with the exception of Sister Angelona and you are being kind to her. I think she was far worse than you to describe. The only saving grace was once they found out you were going to Morton for high school they forgot you existed. For 7th grade I had Sister Elise who came in a close 2nd Sister Angelona.quote: Originally posted by HassoBenSoba
Here's some OLPH Nun Fun: ("Nitti" should remember these teachers, since we went through all 8 years togther)
My 1st grade ('57-58) teacher was Sister Carolyn (a few interesting stories come to mind...)
2nd grade-- Sister Maurita (along with another nun who was sort of our "co-teacher" for the year; both were nice, and thus I had a great year)
3rd grade-- We started out with a lay teacher named Miss Board--- young, blonde, always seemed stressed out and impatient...was NOT able to control the class. Then, after about a month---without warning---she was replaced by Mrs Jackson, a really tough, no-nUnsense type, who came in and whipped our butts into shape; MAN, she was strict!
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/MrsJackson0001.jpg[/IMG]
Mrs. Jackson ('59-60) (there was real fire behind that cheery smile..)
4th grade - Sister Ursula...one of the aging, old-world types. Someone once told me she had escaped Germany during Hitler's regime; that may explain why, not long after Castro's take-over of Cuba, she asked us: "If the communists came into this classroom, lined you all up against the wall, and gave you the choice of renouncing your religion or being shot, which would you choose?" Needless to say, an extremely dour, humorless person (sorry,folks--no pic available).
5th grade -- Mrs. Mesterharm-- a fine teacher who seemed like everybody's favorite aunt, and who was very respectful of us kids who, in turn, behaved very well. It was my favorite and least traumatizing year.
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/MrsMest0001.jpg[/IMG]
Mrs. Mesterharm ('61-62)
6th Grade--the legendary Mrs. Canepari---a truly great lady, an old-school Irishwoman, tough, but the kind of person you could tell loved her students and her work; I didn't come to appreciate her 'til I saw and spoke with her in 1982.
7th grade -- Sister Rosarita---also a pretty tough cookie; she had taught my brother Mike, and I ended up on her very bad side.
[IMG]http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af12/HassoBenSoba/SrRosarita0001.jpg[/IMG]
(that's good old Mike's artistic handiwork on the class picture, turning "Rosie" into a mafia-style thug, complete with big Bozo shoes and striped socks).
8th grade--- Sister Dolita, who was new that year. Young, treated us decently...only occasionally resorted to tough methods (see pic above on class photo; she was the first one to wear the new, updated, square habit).
----------------------
BUT---Let's not forget:
Sister Ambrosia --ancient and inscrutable; taught 5th grade
Sister Bathilda - also ancient (we called her "Sister Methusala"), but a rather jolly little roly-poly type; her 2nd-grade classroom was down in the assembly hall on the east side
Sister Barbara-- 8th Grade teacher; Mike had her for 8th grade--pretty tough, as I understand (my Mel Blanc video was filmed in her old classroom)
Sister Charlita-- taught 4th grade; very strict and often nasty.
Sister Claretta--one of the true dementos; taught Mike 6th grade, then was promoted to principal in my 8th-grade year. She couldn't stand my brother, and thus really had it in for me when she took over the joint.
Sister Mary Ann--principal from about '61 to '64'; very nice and soft-spoken. I'll never forget her voice coming over the loud-speaker announcing that President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas.
AND--in a SPECIAL CATEGORY BY HERSELF----the most BRUTISH, THUGGISH, CRUEL and UN-HINGED of them all -- SISTER ANGELONA, who reigned as Principal during my first 4 years. Now, granted---I support good, solid discipline in schools and homes; we are all aware of the breakdown of our society due to the lack of discipline and respect for our elders---but this woman was OFF THE CHART!! She had no qualms about slapping around and pummeling the smallest and weakest of us, often for the slightest, insignificant offense. She had no business being anywhere near young kids, and really left her mark (literally, sometimes) on us during her reign of terror at OLPH.
Also-- the only MALE teacher at OLPH during my 8 years; (don't worry...he was a lay teacher, not a nun) named Mr. Neary--in his 30's, tall, thin, crew-cut w/horn-rimmed glasses. Apparently a good teacher and a civil guy.
Larry r
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04-26-2010 ( Reply#: 5476 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
I'D LIKE TO SUGGEST THAT, when replying to these posts, that we click on REPLY TO TOPIC at the bottom of the page, and NOT click on the REPLY WITH QUOTE icon. In that way, we can prevent these massive posts (like mine with all of the photos) from being duplicated numerous times on the page---which takes up much more website space and slows down the process for those on dial-up.
Unless it's a very short quote, I'd suggest using REPLY TO TOPIC, and maybe begin your post by saying "Regarding" (such and such...) or some other way to clarify which previous post you are replying to.
LR |
04-26-2010 ( Reply#: 5477 ) |
Tom J |
Good suggestion, Lar. MOST of the time, it is not necessary to use the quote feature, but there are times when it is.
You can also delete the things inside the [ quote ] and the [ /quote ] that you don't want showing up in your reply. In other words, you can do a "partial quote."
Tomster |
04-26-2010 ( Reply#: 5478 ) |
Joel357 |
Larry,
Your post reminds me of something that George Carlin would have had in his standup routine.
Joel |
04-27-2010 ( Reply#: 5480 ) |
LegulusQ |
Larry's mention of Sister Claretta reminded me of something that ties in with the double0-nuns' previously discussed reputation as spies. For eighth grade, I had a new teacher named Sister Alberta. She was a very nice person, but had some kind of health problem that caused her to have to abruptly leave the classroom temporarily, sometimes for hours. We were of course told to remain in our seats and read, until she returned.
Sister Claretta was the principal at that time. When Sister Alberta had to leave, Sister Claretta would sometimes pop in if she could, to let us know that we were not completely off the leash. Sometimes, however, she could not get out of her office so she came up with another way to monitor us.
In the front of the classroom, at the top of the wall behind the teacher's desk, was a wooden speaker box that was primarily used for morning announcements, etc. (Larry, I also remember Sister Mary Ann's announcement of JFK's death coming over one of those speakers.) Well, those speakers could also be turned into a microphone, controlled with the flip of a switch in the principal's office. The only problem was, at least for the stealth mode that Sister Claretta hoped to employ, there was always a distinct, loud pop when the speaker was placed in microphone mode, so we would instantly know when 'Big Sister' was listening.
In my class at that time was a reknowned practical joker named Dennis Kuna. One afternoon, when the familiar pop came through the speaker, Dennis went up to the front of the classroom, stood on Sister Alberta's chair, and began lightly tapping on the speaker box, while the rest of us remained silent, biting our tongues to keep from laughing. After maintaining the tapping for about 45 seconds, we heard the microphone snap off, and Dennis hurriedly returned to his seat. A moment later, we could see the reflection off Sister Claretta's glasses through the classroom door's window as she tried to sneak a look at us from the other side of the hall. We were of course reading our textbooks like the perfect little angels we were.
After apparently satisfying herself that there was no commotion in the room, she went back to the office. Again we heard the pop of the speaker and again Dennis went back to the chair and began tapping on the speaker box once more. A little faster this time, we heard the pop of the microphone turning off. A moment later, we could again see Agent Claretta's face leering into the classroom from across the hall. This cycle repeated twice more before she said something over the PA and then came and asked us if we heard her OK. "Yes, Sister Claretta!" came the mass response of the class. Looking confused she went back to the office. Later, one of the janitor/maintenance people came in to inspect the obviously malfunctioning equipment. I don't think she ever found out the secret of the tapping. Apparently, even the teacher's pet girls were so impressed with Dennis' derring-do they couldn't bring themselves to turn him in.
On another occasion, however, Dennis was not so lucky. Once a week at OLPH we received some kind of newspaper with science tidbits, historical anecdotes, etc. Well, one day during the morning mass held before school in the church which at that time was in the basement of the school building, Dennis decided to make a huge paper airplane out of one of those newspapers. He launched this enormous thing, the paper airplane equivalent of Howard Hughes' Spruce Goose, from the very back of the church where our class was sitting. Seemingly defying the laws of physics, this bogie soared in the most beautiful arching flight imaginable, all the way up to the front of the church, landing adjacent to the altar. Our class sat there dumbstruck, not sure which was more awesome, the shear size of Dennis' brass appendages or the unbelievable aerial feat we had just witnessed! Unfortunately for Dennis, one of the nuns in the back row had witnessed this historical event as well and Dennis was soon apprehended. He was undoubtedly informed that he had just committed so many mortal sins that he was most likely beyond redemption. No stint in purgatory would suffice; he was destined to be Lucifer's best buddy. He was not expelled however, and I always wondered what his parents had to do to keep Dennis in school. Maybe the nuns just wanted to be able to witness for themselves that moment when Dennis would surely be struck down by a lightning bolt from the heavens!
I last saw Dennis at one of our MHS reunions. I hope he makes it to our 40th later this year.
Craig
LegulusQ |
04-27-2010 ( Reply#: 5481 ) |
Tom J |
Thanks for sharing that story, Craig. It was a good one, and I am still smiling as I type my reply.
Tom |
04-27-2010 ( Reply#: 5488 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
Craig--
Very funny and very well-told; I was in stitches, since I walked the same walk, and can recreate the scenes exactly as you describe. Most of my memories of daily Mass at OLPH are pretty mundane; occasionally things were livened up by some poor kid up front barfing in the aisle....then it was old Granny Grauvogl to the rescue, with her broom and can of saw-dust.
One cool thing, though, that happened in spring of '65, shortly before I graduated. For a few years, OLPH employed this excellent and imaginative choir director/organist named Michael Adamcyzk (remember when he showed up in fall of '63 with his mustache and beard, riding his little Honda scooter?). In the spring of '65, he began to play a great work by Bach on the organ as the post-communion "meditation" selection. It was Bach's beautiful chorale prelude on the tune "Sleeper's Awake" (it's quite popular in the classic/light classic repertoire). So Mr. A would play it almost every day at Mass as we sat in silence and listened. Then, gradually---day by day getting a little stronger....all of us 8th graders began to HUM along with the melody. We sat at the back of the church near the organ loft, with my class on the (house) right side, and the other 8th-grade class across the aisle...so we sort of flooded the church-- "enveloped" it, if you will, with the sound of our gentle, melodious humming, as Mr. A accompanied us.
It was really magical....graduation day was approaching, the sun was shining and the weather was warming up, and life, at least for those few moments each day, felt good. I recall that when we first started the humming, it was a form of goofing off; but then the GIRLS started to join in, and the little ritual took on a whole new feel. There was something joyous and innocent about it, since we were all spontaneously "worshipping" in our own special way. The two nuns who taught our classes, though, didn't see it that way. They would stride up and down the aisle, glaring at us and clucking their tongues, in an attempt to stifle our "religious freedom of expression" (yeah, right....). And shortly thereafter, it all ended as we were sent out into the world and (in my case) into Bishop Noll Institute, where I was to become one of the chief ringleaders of classroom insanity. Boy, could I fill a book with my antics during those two years! It was only when I got to Morton High (when the new school opened in fall of '67), that I felt I could function more-or-less as a real person, since I had finally left behind me the pressures and peculiarities of the Catholic system of schooling, which, despite its assets, was really.....unique in those days.
PS. Craig: did my e-mail reach you? I couldn't tell if it had actually been sent by the Sheptalk site or not.
LR |
04-27-2010 ( Reply#: 5489 ) |
LegulusQ |
Hi, Larry. I haven't received any e-mails directly from you or from the forum. I checked my ISP's spam filter and I didn't find anything there either. When did you send it? Try sending it again and we'll see if it gets through.
I was in the choir for several years at OLPH (must have been the equivalent of a no-cut sport!), so I remember Mr. Adamcyzk well. I also remember his predecessor Mr. Winterlin (Sp?), although there may have been someone else in between that I'm not recalling. I loved that organ in the church. I have a vague memory of Mr. Adamcyzk playing the Bach piece that you describe, and even the humming, as my class (7th grade) would have been right in front of yours in 1965, although possibly on the opposite side. For me, music was always the best part of church, the best part of Christmas, the best part of just about everything. Between my vinyl and CD collection, I have over 10,000 albums crammed into my house, represented by every genre: classical, jazz, blues, soul, rock, reggae/world, even country (in small doses, please). Probably my most distinct memory of choir was the powerful basso profundo of Mr. Ernie King! Do you remember him? His resonance chamber seemed to rival the organ's!
I hear you about the peculiarities of education there, although it seems to me that despite some of the extremely rigid, unpleasant personalities at the school, there were enough exceptions to allow me to decide that I would be OK as long as I followed my conscience. I remember one day when one of the priests (possibly Fr. Sipos) came into the classroom for a question and answer session. One of the questions that we asked him was whether people of other religions around the world would be able to go to heaven? How could God punish them for not being Catholics if they hadn't even been exposed to Christianity in their lifetimes? The priest paused, seeming to me to decide whether to say what he really believed or what the official line of the Church would require him to say. He then said that, if those people really lived a good life and were sincere in their own belief of what God is, there would be a place for them in heaven. This was, of course, contrary to what we were told by others. But I respected him so much for saying those words to us, that that incident is probably the most important thing that I took out of my entire eight years of school there. I could reject the concepts that were stupid dogma and incompatible with my personal philosophy, follow the golden rule, and live my own life without worrying about conforming to some archaic principles that made no sense to me. But I digress....
Boy, I've really taken the wind out of the comic sails of this thread now. Excuse my tangential drift in this post.
In the words of Monty Python: "And now for something completely different"!
LegulusQ |
04-28-2010 ( Reply#: 5490 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
Craig--
I remember when Father Sipos came in to our 8th-grade class for a Q & A session in spring of '65; we wrote out our questions anonymously and put them in a box, and he picked them out and read them out loud. I only remember one question: some joker wrote "Is it a sin to say "Sam Hill?"
I remember Ernest T. King very well (my brother Mike and I added the "T"); he is immortalized in our famous mid-'60's comedy tapes, along with the Grauvogls, Mrs. Canepari, Sisters Claretta and Ursula, the Sitnicks, etc. Real cult stuff!
I sent you a major e-mail (through Sheptalk) re: Mrs. Canepari; very disappointed that it didn't reach you. I'll try again. |
04-28-2010 ( Reply#: 5491 ) |
Tom J |
We might be having trouble with the Email feature again. I tried to use the feature last night and got a "timed out" message.
Tom |
04-28-2010 ( Reply#: 5492 ) |
Tom J |
Larry, I sent you a test Email. Did you get it? |
04-28-2010 ( Reply#: 5493 ) |
S C Jones |
Could there be a "habit" lurking? "Curses, the jig is up?"[:D]
Maybe a ruler bearer? Your descriptions of the OLPH experience are so amusing. Have any of you read the book: Do Patten Leather Shoes Reflect Up? It has been a long time since I read it and I do not know who wrote it, but it would speak to your school boy experience, I think.
Well, duh! I just googled the title and found that the 1950's coming of age story has been made into a musical; so you have all probably heard, read, or seen the play....
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04-28-2010 ( Reply#: 5494 ) |
Tom J |
OK, Larry got my email, and I got his reply.
He said his email that did not go through to Craig was a long one. Maybe we should keep our emails through Sheptalk short and only use them to establish contact. After initial contact, we can switch to our regular Email services for further correspondence.
Tomster |
04-28-2010 ( Reply#: 5495 ) |
LegulusQ |
Hi, Larry
I sent you an e-mail last night that included my e-mail address. Did you receive that one?
Craig
LegulusQ |
04-28-2010 ( Reply#: 5496 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
Craig-
Yes, I did. will write soon.
Larry |
04-29-2010 ( Reply#: 5498 ) |
Jim Plummer |
Sc, Are you an OLPH graduate? What years? |
04-29-2010 ( Reply#: 5499 ) |
S C Jones |
Jim,
No, but had friends who were. Some of those friends came to Morton for high school. Also, I walked past OLPH every school day for 4 or 5 years going to Morton. AND I looked forward to the Carnival at OLPH every year.
My only direct experience with OLPH church was when I attended a friend's first communion--the priest that was patroling the apse told me I had to cover my head. I had nothing to cover it with--not even the handkerchief he suggested, so I left the church... I was raised a Baptist (NOT JACK HYLES BRAND) and was ignorant of the practice of women covering their heads when at church.
I am an avid reader of coming-of-age novels and love the stories of Catholic school days as well as Jewish school days. |
04-29-2010 ( Reply#: 5500 ) |
S C Jones |
I have been to Catholic churches since that long-ago incident and the sin of not having your head covered must have gone the way of some other practices, because no one asked me to cover my head.
Grand Park Subdivision 1940-1961 Boondocks of Hessville! |
04-29-2010 ( Reply#: 5501 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
My late brother Mike and I sang in the OLPH choir for a few years together; this was at the tail-end of the great Latin era, before the guitars and folk-songs were introduced. Anyway, one night in early 1964, (I was in 7th grade, Mike was at Bishop Noll), after choir practice let out, we hung around until everyone had left. The convent was right there next to the church, and through the murky darkness we could make out an open window up on the third floor; we thought this was odd, since it was winter and there was snow on the ground.
So, never one to miss a great opportunity, Mike makes a huge snowball and pitches it upward, crashing it into the window screen---a DIRECT HIT---spraying snow and ice into the room. No sooner had we started our chortling than we heard a stern voice from up above shout "Alright, smartie!", and we took off running. I recognized the voice as that of Sister Ursula (my former 4th-grade teacher--see above post re: OLPH teachers). Mike and I considered it a night's work well done, walked home, and didn't think twice about it.
Next morning I show up early before school and take my seat in the classroom; we generally had a sort of study session prior to class each day, so I proceeded to "keep profitably busy", as our report cards described it. Almost immediately my teacher, Sister Rosarita (see above post--she's the one that my brother Mike turned into a Mafioso), called me up to her desk ("Mr. Rapchak, would you please come up here..').Uh-ohhh... So I dutifully approached her desk and stood there for a moment until, in a sombre, controlled voice, Sister Rosarita calmly....methodically... asked: "Tell me, what do you think of the nuns at OLPH?"
Time seemed to stop dead in its tracks, as the old adrenaline surge kicked in. What made it worse was the fact that all of the other kids who were sitting at their desks stopped their work and gave me their "undivided attention", as it was called. I muttered something like..."well, they (the nuns) work very hard and are good teachers.....umm, er....."; so Rosie cuts off my pathetic attempt to sidestep her questioning; I knew where she was going with this, and that there was no escape.
I WAS THEN INFORMED that there was a visiting nun who was ill and was currently staying as a guest at the OLPH convent. She was in that 3rd-floor room the previous night, and had asked that the window be kept opened for fresh air. She was restless and had a difficult time settling down, but had just managed to fall asleep when BAM-POW-ZONK!!!!.....a huge, honkin' snowball comes crashing against the window screen and shatters her reverie. Apparently Sister Ursula had just stepped into the room, heard Mike and me down below, and spotted us just as my brother gave the old heave-ho...apparently she had to duck to avoid being nailed by splattering snow and ice.
I knew that I was now a dead man--and could only guess at what sort of punishment Sister Rosie would now hand out to me. But I could tell that she was frustrated; her problem was the fact that MIKE was the one that actually threw the snowball, but she couldn't get her hands on him; all she had in her immediate grasp was his poor, miserable wretch of a brother/accomplice.
Ultimately, the punishment was not particularly severe, but it was pretty silly. "Go sit down and write 'I will not throw snowballs and run' 100 times!" was the command, "50 times for you and 50 for your brother!" As I headed back to my desk, I almost turned around and asked "Wouldn't it make more sense if I went home and had my brother write out his OWN 50 times, instead of me doing it all??"....but I thought better of it, sat down, and wrote it out myself. Apparently, the snowball flinging wasn't that big of a deal, or I'm sure our parents would have been called in, or I would have been sent to the office for a work-over. From then on, though, it was all downhill between me and Rosie. [:(]
LR |
04-29-2010 ( Reply#: 5502 ) |
Tom J |
Shame on you, Larry! Beaning that poor, sick nun with a snowball! [:D] |
04-29-2010 ( Reply#: 5503 ) |
LegulusQ |
Hmmm....Well, Larry, since you were holding those cold snowballs before the deed, I guess Sister Ursula caught you red-handed! [;)]
Craig
LegulusQ |
05-01-2010 ( Reply#: 5507 ) |
Jim Plummer |
It's amazing how things change. You can even eat meat on Friday's now! Nice to hear from you again S Cquote: Originally posted by S C Jones
I have been to Catholic churches since that long-ago incident and the sin of not having your head covered must have gone the way of some other practices, because no one asked me to cover my head.
Grand Park Subdivision 1940-1961 Boondocks of Hessville!
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05-01-2010 ( Reply#: 5508 ) |
Jim Plummer |
Larry, Where did the nuns live at the point in your story? When I was there they lived above the school. I think maybe they got there own residence at some point. I also think at some point some thing was done with the old church on the corner where the cafeteria was in the basement. |
05-03-2010 ( Reply#: 5518 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
Jim--
Here's some info I got directly from the official 1970 OLPH Parish Directory:
Around 1938 --the old church (or "Annex") that stood just south of the rectory (see CJ's restored photo of Father Reinig and the Communion class posted on this thread) was originally a frame gymnasium building located on the site of the Old Morton H.S., which the OLPH Parish bought, moved to Arizona Ave, then totally remodeled, using brick for the outside walls. This would serve as the church and (ultimately) the site of our beloved basement cafeteria.
194O - Purchase of the rectory on the corner of Arizona and 171st.
1943 - Father Reinig asks the Sisters of PHJC or Donaldson, IN to teach catechism. A 5-room house at 7128 Arizona was purchased for use as the convent (this would be the same year as CJ's photo on this thread).
1948 - Construction begins on a new building -- a combo of school, church (in the basement) and convent.
1949- September - OLPH school (more-or less as we know it) opens, offering grades 1-4, with classrooms on the 1st floor and the CONVENT ON THE SECOND FLOOR! --- So your memory is correct. Apparently, at this time, the building was smaller than its current version. A new grade was added each year, so that in fall of '53, all eight grades were being taught.
July, 1956 - School crowding necessitates an addition to the north end of the building AND the construction of a new convent, a separate building located just to the south of the school/church.
Summer/Fall, 1957 -- The newly expanded school opens--with classrooms now on the 1st and 2nd floors and the new separate convent. I started first grade at OLPH at this point....which clears up a question I've had for some time.
In the spring of '57, while in kindergarten at Jefferson School, I recall our teacher asking for a show of hands from all the kids that planned on attending OLPH the following fall; I clearly remember that it seemed like the school was just opening at that point....as if it had just been constructed; but the cornerstone of the building says 1948. So now I've figured out that the basic school was constructed and started operations in 1948, and the newly remodeled building, with classrooms on BOTH floors and nuns moved off the premises, re-opened in September of 1957.
This explains why I questioned your first post that mentioned the nuns living upstairs; that was before I arrived.
Larry r
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05-04-2010 ( Reply#: 5524 ) |
Jim Plummer |
Sometime when I was in the middle grades (54-56) was when they constructed the north end of the school building. I think the color of the outside walls didn't quite match the old section. This doubled the size of the building. The basement was an auditorium where we had our classical music lessons from Fr. Reining. They would also run movies for the entire school down there. I remember Heidi with Shirley Temple. The problem was they couldn't darken the room enough so you could actually see the film
In the first floor hallway they mounted large classroom photos of each class. I wonder if those photos are still around.
When I was in 7th grade they hired a choir director named Ron(?) Shallencamp who also gave piano lessions on the side. I gather he moved on to bigger and better before long. Anybody know? I also remember a Sister Francine who taught 2nd grade. Anybody remember her? |
09-14-2010 ( Reply#: 6081 ) |
LegulusQ |
Here is a photo of another OLPH 8th grade class [1966], one year later than Larry's. Included is a photo of Dennis Kuna, to whom I referred in an earlier post in this thread. I saw a number of people in this photo a couple of weeks ago at Morton's Class of 1970 40th reunion, which was held at Lost Marsh in Hammond. We were pleased to have both 'HassoBenSoba' and 'TestPattern' in attendance as honorary members! Craig
[IMG]http://i830.photobucket.com/albums/zz230/LegulusQ/OLPH8thGrade1965-66.jpg[/IMG]
LegulusQ |
09-19-2010 ( Reply#: 6088 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
Craig--
I assume that this is the ENTIRE graduating class of '66, and NOT just a single classroom, right? That would mean that '66 was the first year that OLPH did a composite of the entire class, instead of separate classroom photos.
I see a number of my own classmates here, who obviously were held back a year (the dummies!).
CHECK OUT the kid in the 2nd Row, SIXTH picture from the left; he's the only one in the whole thing who's facing in the opposite direction. Looks like his name is Corrigan; any relation to "Wrong Way", I wonder?
Larry |
09-19-2010 ( Reply#: 6089 ) |
seejay2 |
I believe he had a sister, Barb, who graduated highschool around my time in '67. She looked just like him...Cj |
09-21-2010 ( Reply#: 6090 ) |
LegulusQ |
That's correct, Larry, this is the entire class of 1966. Some went on to Morton, some to Gavit, some to Noll, a couple to Tech, and some seemingly vanished from the face of the earth!
What a great observation about Wrong-Way Corrigan! Mrs. Canepari was right [about his way being wrong] all along! Although it looks like he has one fellow traveler, the lovely Michelle Bonneau, seen in the top row, also gazing off in the opposite direction from all the other lemmings.
See-Jay, I do remember Bill's sister Barb, and you're right about the strong family resemblance.
Craig
LegulusQ |
09-28-2010 ( Reply#: 6111 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
Craig--
Oh, my goodness...I somehow missed Michelle Bonneau; boy, did I have an intense flare-up for her when I was in 8th-grade. She returned my attentions, but after a couple of weeks of pathetic little meetings in the OLPH 2nd-floor stairwell before class and clandestine phone calls at home, she dropped me like a paper bag loaded with dog poop.
I was crushed.
Larry
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09-28-2010 ( Reply#: 6114 ) |
LegulusQ |
Larry, I don't know if you've seen them, but a number of Noll yearbooks can be perused on the Classmates.com site. I think they have 1967 through 1969. They also have several Morton yearbooks there as well. I think Michelle must have been a Gavit girl, as I didn't see her photo in the 1967 Noll book. So far, they don't have any Gavit yearbooks available.
I'm sorry that she broke your heart. I bet you weren't the first or the last!
Craig
LegulusQ |
09-28-2010 ( Reply#: 6115 ) |
BobK |
Larry, do you know if Mrs. Mesterharm had a son named Dean?
Bob
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09-30-2010 ( Reply#: 6116 ) |
HassoBenSoba |
Bob--
Sorry, I don't know; I never knew anything about her outside of her classroom gig.
Larry |
09-30-2010 ( Reply#: 6117 ) |
BobK |
I figured that but had to ask, thanks.
Bob
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