REMINISCENCE - CLASS OF 1978 - WALTER PANAS HIGH
Celebrating 40+ Years! Email: 1978@walterpanas1978.com
The days of our youth are the days of our glory. Byron
Mary Ann Pfeiffer and Terri Bolte
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
Disraeli
Young Franiel
1977 Varsity Football Practice
I must study politics and war, that our sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. Our sons ought to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history and naval architecture, navigation, commerce and agriculture in order to give their children a right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry and porcelain.
John Adams to Abigail Adams May 12, 1780
John “Farley” King and Andy “Dre” Ward: Ultimate Frisbee, Lake Mohegan
I used to be Snow White…but I drifted.
Mae West
Mark Sakalian
Whatsoever is brought unto thee, take cheerfully.
Ecclesiasticus ii, 4.
Marianne Zeoli
The true worth of a man is to be measured by the objects he pursues.
Marcus Aurelius Antoninus
Scott Klarer
How fortunate for leaders that men do not think.
Adolf Hitler
You must be interested in finding the best way, not in having your own way.
John Wooden
L-R: Chris Squires, Craig Langer, ?, Joe Sledzinski
It is not the critic who counts. Not the man who points out how the strong
man stumbled or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit
belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by
dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short
again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions;
who spends himself in a worthy cause. Who, at the best, knows in the end
the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, at least fails while
daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those timid souls who
know neither victory nor defeat.
Theodore Roosevelt
Joe Quinn
Marriage is a bit of a chess game, except the board is made of flowing water, and the peices are made of smoke.
Jerry Seinfeld
Kerry Hanley
Colleges of the Ivy League:
Brown, Columbia, Cornell, Dartmouth, Harvard, Pennsylvania, Princeton, Yale
The Seven Sisters
(An informal term for the female equivalent of the Ivy League Colleges):
Barnard, Bryn Mawr, Mount Holyoke, Radcliffe, Smith, Vassar, Wellesely
Ray Scalone
30th Reunion: Kelly Godridge, Donald Miozzi, Matty Moro
If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people He gave it to.
Dorothy Parker
Frank Mann, ?, Andy Ward, Steve Lack, Danny Arnold, Tommy Simmonds: Ultimate Frisbee, Lake Mohegan
Patience is something you admire in the driver behind you and scorn in the one ahead.
Financial expert Mac McCleary, quoted in the Montreal Gazette
Eddie Reilly
This is a list of classmates that have/have not signed the GUEST BOOK. We encourage everyone to sign the guestbook as it puts old friends back in contact with one another. It’s working, as lots of lost connections have been re-established.
Many have signed in since the inception of this website a short while ago. To all who are passing the word: Thank You for Your Assistance! |
Nina Abrevaya(signed in) Kevin AdamsAldine AgnewArmand AjelloAnn Andrews(signed in) Louise AnnaconeMichael Anzovino Dan Arnold(signed in) Debby AronowChristine BaggeCathy Baisley Larry Baisley Colleen Baker(signed in) Bob Baldwin Kevin Barton Corinne Bell(signed in) Michele Bell(signed in) Dennis Bell Kristina Bernarbo(signed in) Fred Berndt Scott Birtner James Blum Rich Bobik Teri Bolte Glen Boryk(signed in) Ernie Botshceller Robert Bozek Patricia Callahan
Jamie Callan Cheri Canor(signed in) Michael Capik Bryan Cattanach Priscilla Chase(signed in) Mary Chauvin(signed in) Eddie Clark Sue Cobb Kevin Coleman Teresa Conforti Doreen Conklin(signed in) Lisa Cozolino Chip Crell(signed in) Stephen Croke Stephen Crothers Jan Crowley(signed in) Jeffrey Cuffee Michael Cummings(signed in) Audrey Daniels(signed in) James Delameter Lynn Denike Robert Dignelli(signed in) Jeanne Dondero Mike Donnellan(signed in) Terry Donnellan Robert Elsasser(signed in) Edith English(signed in) David Evans Laura Evans Ralph Fasano(signed in) Patricia Ficara Ken Filete (signed in) Joe Filingeri(signed in) Susan Fishman Thomas Forgacs(signed in) Laurie Franz(signed in) Joyce Furlong David Galgani John Gambichler(signed in) Mary Gattuso(signed in) Toni Gilman Anthony Graci(signed in)
Susan Graham(signed in) Cheryl Gross(signed in) Imelda Guarino Larry Halperin(signed in) Steven Hamilton(signed in) Donald Hamilton(signed in) Susan Harker(signed in) Barbara Hatzmann(signed in) Laurie Hernes Karen Hill Suzanne Hines(signed in) Mary Hogan(signed in) Donna Hopkins(signed in) Andrew Hyslop Robert Impallomeni(signed in) Ellen Jackson Harry Johnson Joseph Johnson Denise Jones(signed in) Nancy Kearns Karen Kearsley Jimmy Keegan(signed in) Suzanne Kelly Katherine Kirkwood Janice Kirstein(signed in) Scott Klarer(signed in) Ellen Kozinsky Bonnie Kuhn Janet Kunkel Bruce Kuttruf Walter Lancaster John LaPeter(signed in)
Stephen LaPeter Martin Lee
Patti Lee(signed in) Robert Lent(signed in) Michael Leonard(signed in) Robin Levan(signed in) Frank Lifrieri Susan Lilienfield Mary Lough Laura Lussier Raymond Lynch Jeffrey Maguire Marie Marchetti Rian Marshall Sue Martin David Mastafiak(signed in) Phyllis Mastronardi Mark McCaffrey Thomas McCaffrey Kevin McCague Debra McCormack(signed in) Margaret McGuire Maureen McNally Brian McNally Richard Michel(signed in) John Miller (signed in)
Carl Minieri Donald Miozzi(signed in) Elizabeth Mitchell(signed in) Bernard Molloy Eileen Molloy(signed in) Joe Murphy(signed in) Laura Murphy(signed in) Cindy Nast Maurice Nast Albert Nemethy Robert Newman Diane Nicastro(signed in) Steven Olsen Susan Olson(signed in) Margaret O’Neill Richard O’Neill Pat O’Neill(signed in) Patti Orlando(signed in) Dawn Osselman(signed in) Valene Otice (signed in) Donald Page Sharon Payne (signed in) Jeff Pease(signed in) Timothy Peiffer Doug Percesepe (signed in) Mike Perrelle Susan Peters Barbara Pettersen MaryAnn Pfeiffer Mark Polchinski Miriam Popp(signed in) Lance Poritzky Annette Presutti Barry Prine(signed in) Don Puhala(signed in) Cynthia Ramsey Anna Rapacioli Richard Renaud Peter Richard Peter Rillero(signed in) Robert Risse Frank Risse Nancy Roberts Nancy Roche Mary Rodrigues Laura Rogers Barbara Rome Paul Rosenmayer Michele Ruina (signed in) Scott Rumery John Ryan Mark Sakalian Ray Scalone(signed in) Gayle Schaible(signed in) Scott Schiffer(signed in) Anthony Scolpini
Michael Scolpini(signed in) Tom Scordato(signed in) Kurt Schwartz ’79 (signed in) Dana Seegraves Steve Shaw(signed in)
Donna Shelley(signed in) Tommy Simmonds (signed in) Joseph Sledzinski(signed in) Richard Smith Susan Spafford(signed in) Ray Squires Brian Sullivan Delia Tamagna (signed in) Thomas Tarpey(signed in) Wayne Tatunczak Mark Taylor Tom Theohary Robert Thompson Donna Tobin(signed in) Leigh Treistman(signed in) Kathy Tryon Kimberly Tucker(signed in) Jill Tully(signed in) Marlene Turer(signed in) Cindy Turner(signed in) Pamela Turner Beth Umland Eric Van Etten(signed in) Karen Vangor(signed in) Debbie Vargulick George Vaselekos(signed in) Vincent Vedella(signed in) Wayne Verrell Mark Vespa Andy Ward(signed in) Mark Weinborg Clay Welch John White (signed in) Debra Wiede (signed in) Bonnie Williams Patricia Yarusso Elise Yore(signed in) Geoffrey Zieman Marcel Zucker(signed in) Glenn Zaicek(signed in) |
The After Party: Kim Boyd, Ann Andrews, Eddie Reilly, Tommy Simmonds
Tim and Terry Hogan
30th Reunion: Steve Lack and Timmy Hogan
The Twelve Labors of Hercules:
Killing the Nemean Lion
Killing the Hydra of Lerna
Capture the Ceryneian Hind
Capture the Erymanthian Boar
Cleaning the Stables of Augeas
Killing the Stymphalian Birds
Capture the Cretan Bull
Capture the Mares of Diomedes
Acquisition of the Girdle of Hippolyte
Capture the Cattle of Geryon
Acquisition of the Golden Apples of the Hesperides
Capture Cerberus in the Underworld
John Hintze
he After Party: Kenny DaRos, Danny Arnold, Tommy Simmonds, John King, Steve Lack
Laurie Franz, Cynthia Ramsey, Teresa Capone
Old age is like climbing a mountain. The higher you get, the more tired and breathless you become, but your view becomes much more extensive.
Ingmar Bergman
Ellen Boyle
30th Reunion: Rose Calcutti and Richie Mellone
Reindeer:
Dasher
Dancer
Prancer
Vixen
Comet
Cupid
Donner (or Donder)
Blitzen
(Rudolph)
Cheers!
30th Reunion: Ann Andrews, Mark Gagliardi, Kelly Godridge, Vinnie Vedella, Barbara Hatzmann
Richie Mellone
30th Reunion: Roselyn Garrett
There is nothing so useless as doing efficiently that which should not be done at all.
Management expert Peter Drucker
Steve Hamilton and Cheryl Wright: Prom Night 1978
I am not young enough to know everything.
Oscar Wilde
Contintental Village Fire Department Softball Team
Timeline: 12:40h March 04, 2014.
I live in Westchester, and work in New Jersey. Cross over on the Tappan Zee Bridge; it’s a 45-minute commute on a good day. On a bad day it could be anything at all…
To help pass the time, and because along with my wife and my daughter my best Friend in this whole wide world is still my Mom, and because she always, always has my back and always, always will, and because I love her more than any mere words will ever be able to describe, I call my Mom on my way home from work every day. OK, almost every day; four out of five, at the very least.
Over the years it’s become a nice, comfortable routine for both of us. I know I enjoy it. I’m pretty sure she enjoys it too…at least, I think she does…well, she picks up the phone every time…
Most conversations, I just tell her about my day, and she tells me about hers. It’s pretty standard stuff, as I have the most boring job in the world, and she doesn’t get out much these days; she suffers from macular degeneration, and is virtually housebound. Some days we bore each other to tears. But sometimes I learn something about her that takes my breath away.
She told me this story recently…
She was 19 years old; it was 1946. Going to college was not an American birthright back then, as it is now. She was living with her Mom and Dad in Brooklyn, a young professional, commuting back and forth to her secretarial job in a small Manhattan law office. Things were looking up: the war was over (just); she had a steady job in the big city, she was young and pretty and able to buy herself some nice clothes for the first time in her life.
One day her father took sick. He rarely took sick, and she could not remember him ever missing a day of work before. But on this day he had to stay home in bed. He worked in downtown Manhattan, and he asked my Mom if she could stop by his office on her way home and pick up his paycheck for him. My Mom was only too happy to oblige; she wrote down his work address.
As she rode the subway that afternoon, my Mom realized she didn’t know much about what her father did for a living. She knew he was in the garment industry, and that he made men’s suits, and that his office was downtown…and that was about it.
She found the address he had given her, and made her way up the stairs, up and up, and up. There was the number on the heavy metal door, and she knocked, and knocked again. No response. She pushed open the door and “wham!” The heat and noise and stench were like a slap in her face. All at once, much too late, my mom realized where her father went every day, all day, for the nineteen years of her young life: the proverbial sweatshop, of the very worst variety. She peered around, shouted over the din, and finally found someone in charge, who pointed out her father’s sewing table. There was the envelope with ‘Harry’ scrawled on it. She picked it up and hurried out, holding her breath the whole time. She hopped on the next train back to Brooklyn.
When she arrived home she walked in to her father’s room and burst into tears.
“What is it sweetheart? Did you get lost?”
“No.”
“Did they not give you my pay?”
“Yes, Father, they gave it to me.”
“Then what is wrong, my Love? Why do you cry so?”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me where you worked?!?”
My Grandfather smiled and said: “Do not weep, Little-one. Didn’t you notice where my table is? It is the very best table in the whole shop, the very best: I can see out of the window.”
Among the Gauls men would lend money to be repaid in the next world, and, we need not add, that no Christian people have yet reached that sublime height of faith.
Ignatius Donnelley, Atlantis