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Volume 2 Number 4
David Teitel 1968
Herman Teitel 85 years old (David's Dad)
Arlene Andrade Kamen 1957, FL (Now known as Chris)
JoAnn Gorman 1960
Mary O'Shaughnessey Cleary 1961
Belated December birthday wishes to Anne Sullivan
Kinsella, 1959. You can see pictures of her surprise
birthday party at http://www.photopoint.com.
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34th Anniversary wishes to Eileen
(Casale) and Jim Mahan, Nevada
Another Reunion, by Bob Casale
We all think back to September of 2000 and the Hicksville
High School mega reunion held in Huntington. It was
a huge success, attended by many, and is talked about
whenever alumni get together. I'm not sure what the
final head count was, but it was at least 1500 and it
was packed. I know there were people in from Florida
and California and from points East and West. The major
drawback was "IT WAS TOO SHORT!
We sure love getting together and talking about high
school dances, football games, Homecomings and parties.
We don't enjoy talking about those who have departed
but we can embellish their memory as we recall things
we've done together. There is a common bond amongst
all classes because we, collectively, have shared much
of the same things over the years. The dances were similar
though the music has changed. The football games were
similar though the players have changed. Our community
is similar but a lot has changed. Many years have gone
by, but we haven't changed!!
I can remember walking amongst throngs of people hoping
to see the face of that one special person that, perhaps,
influenced my life and that I really want to see. Perhaps
it was to rekindle an old friendship or just to say
thanks for helping make me the person I am today. My
best friend from years ago could have been a guy or
a gal. We might have done everything together and probably
talked for hours about what we would do and where we
would go. We talked about love life and school life
and family. I sure hope you're here tonight, good friend.
We have a better chance at making it happen if we follow
the advice of John Sherin and the reunion committee
from the Class of '56. They recently had their 45th
HHS reunion at the Knights of Columbus Hall behind the
firehouse in Hicksville.Their reunion was successful
and everyone had a pleasant evening. Unfortunately,
due to circumstances beyond control, class sizes are
dwindling. Their's is no exception, thus the turnout
was decent but sparse. Throughout the evening, they
discussed asking graduation classes from a few years
prior and a few years after to join them when they have
their 50th. This way, the amount of participants would
increase and the common bond we all share would permit
conversations that cover a genre of topic that is familiar
Therefore, to stimulate interest in such a venture,
the newsletter editors will post information about reunions
in subsequent issues and we encourage other classes
to follow a path similar to the Class of '56.
Choose a committee and have a spokesperson for your
particular class. What probably will happen is someone
that is interested will have to step forward and become
the spokesperson, then they will create a committee.
Once this has been accomplished, submit the committee
list and the full name, address and phone number of
the spokesperson and his or her email address. We will
post the lists and the rest is up to the individual
classes. Email amongst yourselves about what you would
like to do. As information unfolds, it will be updated
on a monthly basis and be included in the newsletter.
What happens after that is, we get together and do
what we all did at the mega reunion. Walk around and
when you see someone from another class, say, "that
face is familiar, but...!
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Gene Nye, 1957 has completed another novel, "Robert
Alexander Dean." It was available in time for
Christmas giving but sadly the newsletter did not
have the information in time for the December issue.
You can read all about it along with his biography
on http://1stbooks.com. It can be ordered through
1stbooks.com, amazon.com, Barnes & Noble or
If you would like to see what Gene looked like
in 1955, go to http://photos.yahoo.com/grandmagadget.
If you would like to see what he looks now today,
buy a copy of one of his novels!
Bill Collins 1956 and his wife Barbara have recently
moved to Florida. So many of us HHS grads are down
here now that we ought to consider a multi year
reunion in central Florida.
Wendy Karen Stuart 1957 is searching for Carol
Conroy, Brooke Nelson, Steve Goldsmith and Barbara
Clark. Wendy said she spotted Louise Clark in the
Mega Reunion pictures and wonders if anyone has
contact with her.
Our deepest sympathy to Arlene Andrade Kamen, 1957,
whose husband passed away on Dec. 21, 2001.
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You will notice that I am now using the Bcc: to address
the newsletter. This takes a great deal more time and
effort than just clicking on "select all"
but several people have suggested this method to protect
their privacy and cut down on SPAM. I really do not
think that SPAM is coming from Netscape because of announcements
I have heard on TV about increased amounts of junk mail
on the Internet. I tried setting my computer to refuse
cookies but then I could not get onto any sites! So,
I just block senders and delete any mailings, which
could be SPAMMING. I have reported chronic abusers to
my ISP and I know of at least one who has lost his privilege.
70% of all my incoming phone calls are from unavailable
or out of area telemarketers. My mailbox is filled with
offers for credit cards and refinance my home deals
each and every day. The computer age is wonderful but
comes with a high price tag - loss of privacy! Yes,
I am aware of the gadgets and services available to
block telemarketers but Caller ID and an answering machine
I miss the old door-to-door salespeople because I could
look them in the eye and see if they believed in their
products. Avon ladies, Fuller Brush men and all the
others are a thing of the past. They just drop off their
catalogs on a desk or at the hairdresser and wait for
you to call them.
P.S. Linda we miss you. Get well soon.
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SIGNS THAT YOU HAVE GROWN UP:
Credit David Teitel for this, HHS class of 1968
1. Your potted plants are alive. And you can't smoke
a-one of them.
2. Having sex in a twin-sized bed is absurd.
3. You keep more food than beer in the fridge.
4. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to
5. You hear your favorite song on an elevator.
6. You carry an umbrella. You watch the Weather
7. Your friends marry and divorce instead of hookup
8. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 7.
9. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as 'dressed
10. You're the one calling the police because those
darn kids next door don't know how to turn down
11. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex
jokes around you.
12. You don't know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.
13. Your car insurance goes down and your car payments
14. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonald's.
15. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.
16. You no longer take naps from noon to 6 p.m.
17. Dinner and a movie - The whole date instead
of the beginning of one.
18. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 a.m. would
severely upset, rather than settle, your stomach.
19. You go to the drugstore for Ibuprofen and antacids,not
condoms and pregnancy test kits.
20. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer 'pretty
21. You actually eat breakfast foods at breakfast
22. "I just can't drink the way I used to,"
replaces "I'm never going to drink that much
23. Over 90% of the time you spend in front of a
computer is for real work.
24. You don't drink at home to save money before
going to a bar.
25. You read this entire list looking for one sign
that doesn't apply to you.
Some of you are too young to remember all of this,
but I really think it was a time to live in. (Joyce
Thornburn Jurgensen, 1967)
Mom was at home when the kids got home from school;
when nobody owned a purebred dog; when a quarter
was a decent allowance, and another quarter a huge
bonus; when you'd reach into a muddy gutter for
a penny; when all of your male teachers wore neckties
and female teachers had their hair done and wore
high heels; when you got your windshield cleaned,
oil checked and gas pumped without asking, all for
free, every time, and you didn't pay for air, and
you got trading stamps to boot. When it was considered
a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a
real restaurant with your parents; when the worst
thing you could do at school was smoke in the bathrooms,
flunk a test or chew gum; when a '57 Chevy was everyone's
dream car, to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch
submarine races; and people went steady and girls
wore a class ring with an inch of wrapped yarn so
it would fit her finger. And no one ever asked where
the car keys were because they were always in the
car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked.
And you got in big trouble if you accidentally locked
the doors at home, since no one ever had a key.
Remember lying on your back on the grass with your
friends and saying things like "That cloud
looks like a ..." Remember jumping waves at
the ocean (Gulf) for hours in that cold water; and
playing baseball with no adults to help kids with
the rules of the game because baseball was not a
psychological group learning experience, it was
Remember when stuff from the store came without
safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had
yet tried to poison a perfect stranger. And with
all our progress, don't you wish, just once, you
could slip back in time and savor the slower pace
and share it with the children of today.
Remember when being sent to the principal's office
was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a
misbehaving student at home. Basically, we were
in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of
drive by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents
and grandparents were a much bigger threat!
But we all survived because their love was greater
than the threat. Go back with me for a minute....
Before the Internet or the MAC... before semi automatics
and crack ... before SEGA or Super Nintendo... Way
back .... I'm talking about hide and go seek at
dusk, red light, green light, kick the can, playing
kickball & dodgeball until your porch light
came on ... and mother may I? red rover, hula hoops,
roller skating to music, running through the sprinkler...
And... Catching lightning bugs in a jar; Christmas
morning; your first day of school; bedtime prayers
and goodnight kisses; climbing trees; getting an
ice cream off the ice cream truck; a million mosquito
bites and sticky fingers; jumping on the bed; pillow
fights; running till you were out of breath' laughing
so hard your stomach hurt; being tired from playing;
your first crush...remember that?
I'm not finished yet.... Kool-aid was the drink
of summer; toting your friends on your handle bars;
wearing your new shoes on the first day of school
and class field trips. Didn't that feel good, just
to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that! There's
nothing like the good old days.
They were good then, and they're good now when we
think about them. I want to go back to the time
when............ Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo"
and mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming,
"do it over!" "Race issue" meant
arguing about who ran the fastest; money issues
were handled by whoever was the banker in "Monopoly;"
catching fireflies could happily occupy an entire
evening; and it wasn't odd to have two or three
"best" friends. Being old referred to
anyone over 20 and the worst thing you could catch
from the opposite sex was cooties.
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better;
it was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride
the "big people" rides at the amusement
park; getting a foot of snow was a dream come true;
abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare;"
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down
was cause for giggles; the worst embarrassment was
being picked last for a team; water balloons were
the ultimate weapon; and older siblings were the
worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.
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