Members of the CHS Class of 1964 reunion committee met in early January to advance plans for the October 11 event.
Seated are Robbie Quirly Phaneuf (email), left, and Jacqui Artiano Ruest (email). Standing, from left: Anne Murphy Kellner (email), Tom Murphy (email), Karen LaRiviere Audette (email), Tom Sheedy, Nancy Thompson, Joan Hamel Sagendorph, Donna Roy Nodurf (chair) (email), Maureen Spring Fontaine, Susan Hartley Mantoni (email), Bill Devlin, Geri Achin Sarnelli, and Francie Veale Cornwell (email). Other members of the committee, unable to attend this meeting, include Tom Hamre (email), Sally Batista Iwaniec (email), Linda Duchesne Ferrero, and Ben Aleks (email).
Say hello to committee members and let Donna and any other member of the committee know if you have ideas for the event. Next meeting is Tuesday, February 4, first floor, Holy Name Social Center. All classmates interested in helping out are welcome!
Yes, the Holy Name Social Center, site of those infamous Friday night dances . . . and seemingly little changed, as current photo attests. Somehow, when those dances are mentioned, the Isley Brothers just come to mind. Shout!
Music for the reunion event is to be provided by Max Salvador aka “Music to the Max.” Shout! better be on his list. Though . . . will medical services be available, just in case?
The memories surrounding Holy Name are many for many of us…. the dances, St. Theresa Club and Father Mac, and his looks and booming voice, among others. When one sees the gym at Holy Name today one cannot help but remember all the basketball playing and practices held within those walls. Today, there are banners surrounding the gym denoting all those winning seasons of many CHS great players’ teams. At the last reunion, one of our great players was reminiscing about the multitude of hours spent practicing and games held in those hallowed halls. Where are you, Gene? I’ll bet you have so
many great memories to share?
Holy Name social center really was the center of our world. Many of us earned free strings, working as pin-setters (before automation took our jobs). Of course, we often had to duck the candle pins as they went airborne while we hugged the wooden blanks above the zone.
And, oh, those Friday night record hops! Dick Nugent and I made a few dollars working the cloak room, and roaring as Father Mack swooped down on couples writhing to the “grit and grind.” In our pre-pubescence we could never figure out the pained look on the faces of the lasses!
My downfall was my mother getting a call from Jane Buckley’s mother about seeing me at a “D” league CYO game on Saturday; my cover was blown. All those weeks of practice, my mother thought I was in altar boy class with George Shannon!
Loving what you are doing, Bill.
I’ll be sure to tell Max you want “Shout” to be played.