Coming Down the Home Stretch

Check it Out:

Raffle:  We will have lots of fun with our door prizes, and a raffle.  Follow Mr. Peabody for more info.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Directions now available to all the major places we will haunt…

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The Reunion is On!

Get ready, Spartans…

“The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated”  (Mark Twain)

Because of the smaller number of confirmed attendees, we have reshaped it a bit, but we still have a great weekend planned for you.

What’s the same as it was?

Date:                September 29

Place:               Endicott Center

Rooms:            Overnight accommodations are still available at the Center

Activities:         We will use the Endicott Center for Saturday night and the Sunday morning brunch.  We are still taking reservations and payments for the Duck Tour.

All of the remaining weekend activities that weren’t centered on the Endicott Center

What’s different?

The Price!        We lowered the ticket price to $70.00.  If you have already registered, we’ll contact you soon to make arrangements to refund the extra money you paid.

Group events:   Except for the Duck Tour, we will not get group discounts or special arrangements.  But if people want to take advantage of those activities, we’ll help get everyone aligned and heading off in the right direction.  Let us know what you want by checking things off in our registration site.

Endicott:           We won’t have any use of the facility on Friday, other than rooming.

So, what are you waiting on?

Sign Up Now!

                       

 

 

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Register Now for a Great Reunion Weekend

Lots! There is a whole weekend of great activities for you to choose from, and we are ready for you to “shop” the great choices and make your picks.  <= PUSH THE BUTTON!!

Don’t wait, sign up now.  As people register, we will update the website with who’s coming.  Reach out to your buddies, get them psyched, and sign up together.    Help us start building the momentum that will encourage more to come, and make the event more fun and memorable.  (Early bird pricing ends on June 30th)

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More Old Photos

Wurzel and Demeo at the Car Wash

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Old Photos…

Pep Squad

Pep Squad

I can leave now? Carol Ray, Kitty Sexton
I can leave now? Carol Ray, Kitty Sexton
Christine Elander
Christine Elander
Remember Driving This?

Remember Driving This?

Graduation Program
Graduation Program
What Muscles?

What Muscles?

YES, this means YOU… slow down!
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The Prophecy….

This is the best I could do, reading from an old original copy. If you have a copy and can send me the corrections, I will be happy to make them!

PROPHECY FOR FNHS CLASS OF 1967

Through four years of high school we have watched each other grow up physically, mentally and psychologically.  Many prominent people have said of us that our class has great destiny, if only we accept the challenges.  We have found that we can’t just have individual talents, which must be developed, but collectively our potential is enormous.  Never before has a class been able to work so well for common goals.  With all this in mind, we can truly see what will become of each of us and of the great town we wish to make our own.

In five years Framingham will become a city to be governed by it’s first mayor, one of the most industrious and hardworking members of our class, Karen Barnum, a charming and talented politician.  She will choose as her council Kathy Berry, Wendy Smith, Frank Bailey, Virginia Bowen, Kris Robinson, and the prom date that lasted, Joe Ferro.

Employed by the various departments of the town will be many of our classmates.  Framingham will have an absolutely unique sewer system.  Flowing beneath Framingham’s grounds are pipes of running alcohol.

Just think you will be able to turn on running Canadian Club or have Vodka clean your dishes and clothes.  This will all be due to the genius of all those in charge of the Public Works Department, Kenneth Brown, Richard Moscaritollo, Dennis Lajoie, and Edward Montague.

For decades Framingham Parks have provided athletic enjoyment to its citizens.  With the Mancini and Ramsey team as heads of the Park Department, we now have enlarged facilities for all kinds of parking for both day and night time.

Framingham citizens will be able to read everything from Tom Jones to the Green Hornet in our public libraries headed by the charming team of Helen Smith, Merle Adleman, Jean Blaisdell and Paula Amato.

The Recreation Department will have enlarged facilities for physical fitness and body development headed by Betty Gumbert and Isabella Zankowski.

The Police Department will have the most competent Chief in Framingham’s history—never failing Susan Hayes and Captain Joe Mozdiez.  The strictest and most well trained officers ever will include: Keith Strong, Steven MacDonald, Dale MacKinnon, Mike Casey and Paul Bent.

The Sanitation Department, although somewhat irregular in its service, is doing an excellent job to dispose of Framingham’s garbage and trash.  The shining faces of Doug Rockwell, Bruce Sturgeon, and Paul Sweeney are often seen in our local garbage trucks.

The Dog Department also doubles as a jail, when necessity arises.  Robert Dagg, Janet McNaught, Mike Reardon, and Gerald Waitkun are doing a fine job.

Framingham Liquor Stores are thriving these days since Geoffrey Smith took over as local manager.  Posted on every package store one can read the words:  “IF you’re under 21, don’t sweat it.”

Framingham’s funeral homes are continuing to bring that final touch to people’s lives.  John McCarthy, in the family tradition, has bought a two square mile warehouse across from the local pool hall.

Two years ago, a bus was stolen from the Framingham School Department parking lot.  Lately a rather large yellow hearse with a yellow stripe running horizontally front to back has become the property of Mac’s Place, with Michael Ahearn as its driver.

Our drug stores are owned and operated by Ruth Wernick and Arthur Caplan and have combined to form a corporation.  “Capnick Drug Company” dealing in all kinds of drugs, spirited aspirin, and peppy penicillin.

The various trustees of the banks Peter Cotton, John Demeo and Peter Horton have invested banker’s funds in the various business concerns for the town such as Capnick Drugs and Hawka Cigarettes.

Mike Boyle is still climbing telephone poles as President of the Telephone Company.  Billy Hickey and Mark Levine drive the trucks and put up the tents.

Framingham students are continuing at Hungry Hill where Sharon Edwards is President, Gail Armstrong Vice President, and Jeanette D’Angeli, and Sharon Anderson are Professors.

At Sprucefield Shopping Center, there used to be a very pure supermarket, now owned and operated by Gregory Kelly, Kelly-Saveless.

Across the street, at the local hangout, Dave’s, the bashed in black Buick is a permanent resident, since Joanne Fitzsimmons, Danielle Dempsey, and Chris Smith became the new owners.   Nobody gets thrown out anymore loitering is invited.

The Cushion and Cue has enlarged with added activities in the back rooms.  Jimmy Roper works the time checker, Jack Moore is in charge of pinball machines, and Allan Sherman is the chief hustler.

Computer Uncontrol is working on a sort of unbeatable brain, a genius in war plans. Working day and night in its laboratories are scientists David Murray and Richard Berssenbrugge.

In physics lab at FNHS, Gary Dauer aids Chester Ju and Lee Tibbert, in the research for the ultimate smoke bomb or laughing gas, for future infiltration of the teacher’s rooms.

Shoppers flock from all the New England states to Framingham stores because Parks originals are sold at discount prices.  On the Golden Mile, it is said one can buy anything produced anywhere in the world.

Jordan-Swamp, managed by Sheila Hass, Carol Levine, and Barbara Finklestein, (the sales-girls who really worked their way up the ladder of success) is never oversold.

Susan Bagster, Betty Mitchell and Clair Montana own Spotsworn these days, material is cheaper than ever.

These-?????– Susan Ballard, Chris Kenney, and Mary Kilmartin, operators of Alpine’s, also in downtown Framingham.

Down the street at Nickel’s, we find Mary Gibson, Regina Aucoin, Theresa Catalano and Linda Chute doing a fine job.

Mary Ann Ambrose, Linda Balunas, and Sharon Buchanan manage the Chicago Store.

At Condler’s and Chanrad’s Carol Cashin, Candy Chafee, Jean D’Errico, and Charis Grant work hard.

At Casual Sidewalks, we find Leslie Bock, Carol Kelly and Rita Quint.

The Home of Shoes continues to do some great importing with Pat Cockell, Carol Ray, Paulette DesRosiers and Janice Kyrstyniak in charge.

Holly Snow is always working hard at the Fabrick Bush.

All these girls have taken over when the time was right, and have built stores to really serve the community.

Jean Hurley and Maria Achmakjian are world-renowned designers who see that these stores all receive multitudes of all the mini and micro skirts for all the schoolgirls in Framingham.  We must keep in the swing of things; keep those teachers always on their toes.  Today’s fashions are always good for the most smashing effect on the faculty.

Gene Baker and Janet Gentilotti are back on the road again.

Some of our other friends are now back in Framingham after a tour on the West Coast protesting all the protests, and advertising the town’s wondrous prospects as an up and coming home of the hippies.  A hearty welcome home to our own little ambassadors of the war, Wayne Hayes, Larry Anellis, Doug Hill, Doug Leard, Ed Hollingshead and Bobby Nichols.

Working right along in the protesters are world renowned folk singers group of Susan Lewis, Donna Keller, Debbie Pignone, Rena Hitchens, Sandra LaGrou and Eleanor Kearns.  They’re really singing up a storm.  You’ve all heard their hit record, “Massachusetts Bound.”

Back in the hometown, the Peroni Corporation and building in Payton Mills, Paper Company, is now producing interesting Christmas paper for a Cool Yule.  Santa Claus has some cute little elves these days, thanks to John O’Leary, Steve Parker, Mary Sherk, Harvey Towes, and Robert Ward.

Dorchester Carpet Company, down by the dam is making tremendously cheap carpets lately since John Marchetti, Karen Nichols, Jessica Singer, and Vern Taulbee took over.
Down near the Triple Drive-inn, operated by Karen Kray, Debbie Travis, Carol Collins, Joyce Chase and Linda Kladky featuring every good movie ever produced.  The Twinkle Company is making bigger and better sweets.  You can always find Bill Hannon, Brenda McCarthy and Richard Muny slaving day and nigh to make sure the filling has enough rum in it.

Framingham’s once general Hospital is now a Sanitarium, for all the poor victims of progress who couldn’t quite take it.  The competent nurses and doctors there are making all patients feel right at home in their cells, and make the best bread and water around.

Cally Pompile, Janice Enright, Donna Marshall, Barbara Sorrie, Elizabeth Lanney. Terry Connolly, Barbara Flaherty, Debbie Freeman, Marianne Sculos, Nancy Genna, Steve Wax, Mitchell Drucker, David Blum, Charlene Arndt, are all doing an unbelievable job.

Ed Hill is manager in white at McDonalds, and Mr. Cheeseburg is right in there with the bad beef since Mike Reed bought the business.

David Malone now owns the Big Tent Summer Theater.

Casey’s Twin Cinemas is bustling since Susan took over, aided by competent Eleanor and Marilyn Wurzel, and Helen Kelly.  Sometimes, if there are no good movies the girls put on their own shows.

The Dog Barn fries the best dogs around with Sandra Dubinsky, Maureen Heap, Francis Murdock, and Sandi Neal as cooks.

At the Dairy King, Robin Nelson, Pat Palazini, and Cindy Parmenter continue to spike every cone that goes through the window.

Two organizations, Models and Secretaries, have outstanding number of loyal followers who provide professional assistance.  Alicia Lee, Isabel Mederos, Paula Welch, Susan Maxwell, Mary McManus, Linda Romano, Lauren Sief, Donna Valentini, Nancy Willis, Linda MacGarvey, Linda Paine and Pat Reed are really serving their employers with zeal and dedication.

At our immense Auto Construction Plant we find John Steele, Stanley Wachowski, Carl Mullers, Gene Palmer, and Eric Pell as the heads of the Corporation.  As advertising they employ the town’s sports car enthusiasts, John Carroll, Steve DiMuzio, Bobby Peckham, John Fitzgerald, Don LaVallee, and Mike Travers to drive around in their souped up dual quad cars.

The cost of living in Framingham is still rising, so to keep up with the needs of today, Dave McDougal, Lila Markham, John Martin, Peter Simon and Robert West charge more for land in their real estate than ever before in Framingham’s history.

As far as transportation goes, the railroad station mostly receives foreign goods coming into the country.

Thanks to Ronald Ryder and Doug Scherbath.  But the B and S Bus Lines provide transportation to all Framingham’s citizens with special chartered trips to Hyannis or Lake George.  Lee Tibbert, Warren Bovarnick, Bob Ferris, Jeff Kline, Robert Mills, and Richard Powers are the drivers.

Famous Grinders was recently bought out by Judy Levine, Joyce Ruben and Karen Norby.  The nightlife still starts at 11:00 PM and they don’t close now until 3:00 AM.

Hello’s Beefburger Drive Inn is now under control of the Beaudet twins, where good friends meet.

At the Draft Board, we have Fred Doornebos, and Fred Rapoport, just to make everyone think that some people are patriotic.  And at National Protection Armory, the Generals are Steven Lamkin, Mark Bressner, and William Buck.

In Framingham, hair care is of the utmost thanks to the expert service at Nobscott Barbershop where Jeffrey Briner, Thomas Cain, Chuck Dawson, and Jim Finks are barbers.  Kenny Hair Stylists takes care of all the ladies, where Mary Platek, Barbara Bain, Susan Beaudin, Linda Chambless, and Mary Deasy are stylists.

The baking team at the Sprucefield Bakery is unbeatable with Cynthia Backus, Kathy Booth, Debbie Lothrop, Laurel Brooks, Barbara Green, and Linda Koed.

Framingham’s citizens continue to be overcharged by the local photographers, Bob Feeley, Faye Kittredge, Jennifer Lawson and Jane Wood.

Up at Davin’s Variety Store at Nobscott, Chris Davin, Cheri Cicerello, Dianne Jewell and Elaine Seaberg deal in everything from baseballs to turtles.

All the town offices are of great importance to the community, but the Welfare Department headed by Kitty Sexton, Chris Eleander, Tom Ireland and Nancy Miller is really doing a lot for the underprivileged stealing more and more from them each day.

Framingham trees are slowly disappearing altogether to admit more sunlight to the town, thanks to the efforts of Robert Caron, James LeBlond, Dave Lombardi and Anne Patterson.

The town’s roads are going to pot lately since Richard Christopher, and Robert Fangmann, Billy Fellows and Ed Kerr took over.  They can always be seen standing beside their ditches waving at all the girls.

Nobody gets his own mail anymore because the officials of the Post Office are usually half in their bags, that’s Bruce Bartolini, Mike Petersante, Stanley Phillips, and Marty Rawitz for you.

Gas stations here in town serve a dual purpose as now one can buy gasoline for one’s car or in a small attractive container for portable sniffing.

Ernest Cardeiro, Bill Cato, Jim Reardon, Tom English, Tom Holmes are right in there pitching.

Inside the Alma Mater, Perry David, and his staff of Gail Tedolfi, Alice Swain, Barbara Wheet, Philip Nurenburg and Joyce Santagate head the Boosters Club.  North High teams are wining now since they get that little boost before each game.

As many of the town’s people have noticed, there have been a series of fires that have eventually leveled all the older buildings in the town.  Our efficient fire department of Mark Antell, John Hall, and Edward Hart are trying.    Ah-the old need rest.

The local carwash is working hard; even though Paul Foisy, Tim McKernan, and Leo Ouellette are having some good water fights there.

At the old red restaurant beside Clarine’s Joanne Hardy, Dianne Manning, Paula Rockwell, Cheryl Burbee, Annette Bovee and Dottie Gladwin continue to serve warmed over table scraps in the tradition of the former owners.

At Little Bush Farms, Jane Neal, Sharon Stein, and Mark Sugarberg, are re-growing all the trees that the fires have taken down along the with the Tree Department.

At one time, Framingham’s history was a beautiful memory.  But now all the old puritan scandals have been uncovered through efforts of Sharon Currant, Linda Hall, Martha Mickelson, and Marcia White, of the Historical Society.

At the Bowlerama, customers can bowl all through the night.  David Carpenter, Linda McDermott, Susan McNamara, Diane Roberge, and Cheryl Walker give championship exhibitions.

Among those who have made names for themselves individually the Class of ’67 is represented by Ronda Gerstein, concert pianist, Wayne Sydow, Trombone Soloist, with Lawrence Welks Orchestra.

And our Foreign Ambassadors, Madeleine Breinich and Terry Vincenzi.  They are both married to the Presidents of their respective countries.

Jean Earl is the wife of the Chaplain to Hungry Hill College.  Pamela Cook runs the Travel Bureau.

Last year, Patricia Heary won the annual marathon on April 19th.

Pat Hynes now owns and operates Loring Arena featuring National Hockey League games.  There used to be a local sports field on Union Avenue, now enlarged, and entirely rebuilt by Patriots Star, Geoffrey Smith.

All in all, the members of the Class of ’67 have contributed immensely to the progress of the community, and hope to win continued success, which will eventually be worldwide and put the City of Framingham on every map all over the world.

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The 1967 Class Will

Class Will

We, the members of the illustrious Class of 1967, being of sound mind, and each of us having presumably reached the age of reason, do make, ordain, publish and ordain this to be our last will and testament.  It is fitting for us now, at the termination of our four glorious years at Framingham North High School, to recognize by some small bequests, some of those people who have helped us to enjoy our days spent in the classrooms and corridors of our Alma Mater.  The good times we have spent here will be but memories tomorrow; new, ambitious students will take our places.

To our successors and to our instructors, may these gifts serve as frequent reminders of our mighty accomplishments and as incentive to go on to greater things.  May they keep in mind of those we leave behind fond memories of the happiness and pride, which we brought to our teachers, and of the guidance, which we so willingly offered to the underclassmen.

To all underclassmen, the Class of  ’67 leaves a chartered helicopter taking them across the field between 7:15 AM and 7:45 AM and at 2:05 PM every day, rain or shine.  If they prefer, they can take the course in the fifty-mile hike, just initiated in the Social Studies Department.

We leave to our successors a long and reassuring history of indigestion, each time they leave the cafeteria, and a double supply of napkins to allow each student to have two instead of one.

To the Library, we bequeath an abundant supply of Ian Flemming’s works, and infinite Superman Comic Books, to make the reading material a little broader, and to supply relaxing study hall entertainment.

To the Physical Education Department, we leave 300 odd gym suits, which will undoubtedly be walking around on their own long after we are gone.

To the Administration; each his own copy of Crime and Punishment.

To the Medical Department, thanks for assistance in curing our imaginary injuries, and a free taxi service for the real ones.

To the upcoming football squad, hopes for a more successful season.

If possible, we would like to leave the study halls freedom of speech.

We leave to South High, a book on the history of the Civil War, and the memory of a school they should try to imitate, but can never be.

To Mr. Cavanagh, we leave three toned chimes and extended morning announcements to be read, so that students can do all their last night’s homework before first period.

To the incoming Freshman, the most superior corridor in the school.

To the school, we leave an accurate bell system and clocks that make an hour an hour.

To the upcoming senior advisor, all Mr. Schlickman’s headaches.

To the incoming Seniors, the patience to endure their final tremendous year alive.

Among the more individual bequeaths are these:

  1. I, John Fitzgerald, leave a new copy of Beard’s Historical Criticisms  and Bartlett’s Funny Quotations to a certain U.S. History teacher.
  2. I, Joyce Santagate, leave one set of unique braces to the Science showcase.
  3. I, Peter Horton, leave my superior VW to a certain science teacher who might appreciate a trade-in.
  4. I, Robert Nichols, leave my comb to the Art Department head.
  5. We, Jane Wood and Joyce Ruben, leave a supply of nails to a certain English Teacher, so that his student’s can always know where they sit.
  6. I, Sumner Levy, leave to the Sophomore girls the advice to stop acting like Seniors until they are.
  7. We, the cast of the senior play, leave our esteemed director a bottle of Scotch and a box of soda.
  8. I, Michael Shuster, leave my place in the teacher’s parking lot to some abused teacher.
  9. I, Pat Heary, leave my track shoes to the North High Girls’ Track team that never was.
  10. I, Margie Shapiro, leave my forged bus pass to any student living 1.999 miles from the school.
  11. I, John Deluca, leave my nice warm spot on the bench to any deserving underclassman.
  12. I, James Roper, leave my extra set of teeth to Jacquie Cole.
  13. I, Bill Fellows, leave a “No Smoking” sign for the teacher’s room.
  14. I, Doug Scherbath, leave to Larry Biannchi all the candy that he can fit into his round little tummy.
  15. I, Mike Boyle, leave a scholarship fund to an athlete.
  16. I, Lynn sleeper, leave my outstanding college boards to some needy junior.
  17. I, Joann Fitzsimmons, leave a friendship ring to Leslie Ozer.
  18.  I, Alan DiMuzio, leave to room B105 many more exciting sports films, like the 1959 Baltimore Colts championship.
  19. I, President DuBose, leave the lunch ladies all the extra straws I have ever stolen.
  20. I, John Martin, leave my seat as District Chairman of the Danny Thomas Leukemia Drive, with all the good luck in the world.
  21. We, Steven Wax and David Blum, leave our ten pound physics books to any muscle bound Junior and good luck in his science career.
  22. I, Carol Levine, leave Jean Barnicle and Nancy Moriarty all the half days they could ever want or need.
  23. I, Gail Armstrong, leave my tremendous scientific ability (which is sheer luck and brilliant friends) to the incoming freshman.
  24. I, Fred Rapoport, leave Dick Sharpstein a muzzle and a golf club.
  25. I, Larry Anellis, leave my #22 track uniform to anyone un-lucky enough to get it.
  26. I, Gail Tedoli, leave the cafeteria, my I Hate To Cook Book.
  27. Anonymous leaves four new tires for Mr. Anastas.
  28. I, Joyce Chase, leave my excuse slips to any needy soul.
  29. I, Helen Kelly, leave 100 pounds of school spirit with hope that it might bring more victories for North.
  30. I, Jennifer Lawson, leave A201 to any unsuspecting juniors.
  31. I, Tim Vrabel, leave the school a self-evaluation kit.
  32. I, Howie Gaynor, leave the Key Club to Larry Morse.
  33. I, Wendy Smith, leave my stilts to some shrimpy underclassman.
  34. I, Perry Davis, leave six cases of used tape and six tons of ice to the next trainer of the football team.
  35. I, Richard Berssenbrugge, leave Bob Low some Ammens Foot Powder.
  36. Anonymous leaves to the Class of ’68 all the 1967 class spirit in bottles, cans or on tap.
  37. I, Gene Baker, would like to leave North High with a diploma.
  38. I, Vern Taulbee, leave Framingham with no regrets.
  39. I, Wayne Tayes, am looking for something to take with me.
  40. I, Paul Bent, just want to leave.

With witness whereof, we have hereunto subscribed our name and affixed our seal, this seventh day of June, in the year of our Lord Nineteen Hundred Sixty-Seven.

 

Mary Jane Cavanagh

Judy Buchner

Sheryl Silverman

Amy Levin

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Does anyone know the tune to this song?

Class Song 1967

As we stand here side by side, ‘neath the setting sun,

The challenge of the future now, must be met and won.

To Framingham, our Framingham, our thanks we all bestow.

The class of ’67 bids goodbye it’s time to go.

 Memories we all have made through the passing years

To form a bond that none can break, a shield against our fears.

To Framingham, our Framingham, ’67 of North High, We’ll hold you close inside our hearts and never let you die.

“God of Our Fathers”

God of our fathers whose Almighty hand

Leads forth in beauty all the starry band

Of shining worlds in splendor through he skies.

Our grateful songs before thy throne arise.

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Do you Remember Our Class History?

There are a couple of names bolded I could not read them from my old copy.  If you know the correct names, let me know and I will make the changes!  Enjoy the read….

Class History

In the early days of September 1963, a tremendous shock hit that renowned educational institution: Framingham North High School.  Was it an atom bomb?  Was it an earthquake? Of course not.  This event was for more world shaking—it was the entrance of the Class of 1967 into the sacred halls of FNHS.  We were Freshmen, the lowest form of animal life about to embark on our high school career.  After deciphering the information in the convenient little handbook and receiving wrong direction from the ever-helpful marshals, we became familiar with the rules and customs—especially the customs—of our new school.

 As the days passed, we were subjected to cynical remarks, one for instance, the two syllable word uttered in that unmistakably sarcastic tone “*FRESHMAN*”!

Could it be possible that we were once that derided, groveling rank of lowest humanity?  Luckily another beloved, long awaited experience—term tests came to us soon after our orientation.  Being strong of heart and mind, our Frosh nonchalantly breezed through these unimportant quizzes.

A few weeks and ninety-eight vitamin pills later, we the Class of ’67 became a constituent factor in the working of our school government when the newly elected Student Council members (Jean Earl, Jim Cooper, Peter Cotton, Judith Buchner) were sworn in by the president of Student Council.

School spirit for the Freshman team was boosted by the lovely girls from it’s own class:  Helen Kelly, Mary Jane Cavanagh, Virginia Bowen, Suzanne Dek, Anne Robichaud, Kathy Mancini, Debbie Travis, Sheryl Silverman, Karen Kray and Judi Buchner.  For the first time in the history of Framingham, the Frosh team had their very own cheerleaders.

Who can ever forget the days we ate our lunch in our classroom and the selective person who bought our milk and the rallies held outside.  These hardships were not enough.  Remember those old days when the gym classes were held outside because we did not have our gym?

Just before the year closed, the walls of North High were covered with posters and the students were bombarded with campaign propaganda as our class prepared to go to the polls to elect its officers for sophomore year.  When the results were tallied we discovered that Geoff Smith was chosen President; Chester Ju as Vice=President; Lucy Cella as Secretary; and Howie Gaynor as Treasurer.

June, the month of brides and roses, arrived as it does every year.  Sadly we abandoned our books, while we ran, not walked to the nearest exit and a summer of peace and quiet.

After a year of struggle we finally overcame the stigma of being Freshmen.  Easily we slipped into our old routine.  In our Sophomore year we were blessed with a victory over South as a matter of fact, we had our FIRST VICTORY.

With the opening of our Sophomore year we dug out our old gym suits for our gym was finally completed and in our cafeteria the most un-forgetful lunches awaited us.

It seems that our Sophomore year was a routine year—what ever a routine may be.  In the Spring a young man’s fancy turns to love, so they say, but instead our thoughts turned to elections.  Once again the political hum could be heard everywhere and colorful posters were very much in evidence.  Candidates preparing speeches, slogan tags being worn, campaign managers soliciting votes for their respective candidates and a general hubbub of excitement filled the atmosphere.  Emerging victoriously from this conflict were:  Chris DuBose—President, Geoff Smith-Vice President, Howie Gaynor—Treasurer and Judi Buchner—Secretary.

Again, vacation came and off we emerged into the wild life of freedom.  That is, some of us—the ones that had their licenses.

Our Junior year—we finally made it—at least to be upperclassmen.  A steering committee was selected and directed by Mrs. Nancy Keith.  Again in our Junior year we achieved another victory over South.

Our first major project was the Junior Class Variety Show called; “A Night in the Persian Palace.”  As expected, the Junior Class lived up to its fine reputation and presented one of the most spectacular shows on earth.  While preparing for the show e noticed a fairly new teacher slinking around in the background==little did we expect==.

Our successful Variety Show urged us on to bigger and better things—our Prom.  Busy as beavers, our various committees worked day and night (Well at least day.) under the guiding hands of our class advisor, Mrs. Keith and the new teacher to give the Seniors a memorable farewell party.  Thus our gymnasium was transformed into an underwater paradise of blue and green entitled “Fantasea””.

Our Class princesses were Judi Buchner, Jean Earl and Karen Barnum.

That June, bidding the Seniors a fond farewell, we took control of the school in the remaining few days.  Once again, elected officers and we prepared for our senior year.  Those elected were Chris DuBose, President, Jim Cooper V. President, Peter Cotton, Treasurer and Judi Buchner, Secretary.

Another September rolled around and with it a new school year.

Happy months were ahead of us for at last we had achieved that time-honored title of SENIORS (we will now bow our heads for a an appreciative moment of silence_.  It was a hard struggle but we made it.  We staggered rather swaggered through the dusty corridors and practiced the difficult act of being “BIG WHEELS”.  Our record of having an advisor a year was continued when Mrs. Keith departed and Mr. Schlickman ably took charge of advising the glorious Class of “67.

The iron hand of “big boss” Gaynor clamped around the Student Council and capably guided that organization through a praiseworthy year.  The school publications were greatly improved by the efforts of Spartan editor, Gail Levine and Archon editors- Carol Samoluk and Chester Ju.  On the sports scene our team played well and hard with “Cool” Chris and “Speedy” Smith as co-captains of our football team.  And we must not forget to mention our illustrious baseball team with c0-captains Rams and our ace number one Pitcher Al.  Our teams were cheered on by the girls in green and gold co-captains being Kathy Mancini and Janey Cavanagh.

With the SENIOR-FROSH dance we took pity on the —what do you call them?  Oh yes=== Freshmen and initiated them into the social life of FNHS.  The PROBLEM was who had more fun the Frosh or the Seniors.

Time rushed on and in between vacation, sick leaves, and fake leaves, we diligently worked at our precious studies.  On January 3, 1967, we struggled back to the old grind.  We had spent a quiet New Year’s Eve roasting Popcorn in the fireplace (HO).

The next event in the agenda was the Senior Play production “A Man Called Peter” starring Mike Shuster and Jean Earl and oh yes, the illustrious Bikle sisters.  This notable play faithfully directed by “Cecil” B. Von Schlickman achieved unbelievable success and is almost certain of capturing the Pulitzer Prize for 1967.

The weeks flew by (in a jet plane).  Soon we would be saying a sad farewell to our Alma Mater and our Alma Pater.  A little bit of melancholy swept over us as we sat back and received the homage of the Juniors through the Prom.  Our days of power were fast slipping away for the underclassmen were taking over leading duties and position in the school.

Now the final big get-together has arrived.  Yes, we are gathered on this night of nights- Class Night to “eat, drink and be merry” while recalling past happenings and prophesizing the future.

When we march solemn and dignified in our caps with tassels guaranteed to dangle in front of the eyes and gowns, we realize that the memories, the spirit, and the ideals fo FNHS have prepared us to face confidently the new, full life ahead.

 Sheryl Silverman

Amy Levin

Judi Buchner

Jane Cavanagh

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Calling All ’67 Spartans

 

Our 45th Reunion is right around the corner!  (September 29, 2012)

Watch this site and our Facebook page for all the latest information on the reunion, pictures of classmates, and for lists of who’s found, lost, and more importantly, who’s coming to the reunion.

Logging in is not required to read the site.    The Meta section to the right is just for those of us who are administering the site.

Comments will not show up immediately.  Because we’re getting a lot of spam comments, I’m approving every comment that comes in.  I’ll try to approve your comments quickly, but be patient with me… Jim

The best place to banter back and forth is on our our Facebook page.  Follow the link to check us out there.  If you’re not on Facebook yet, now’s the time to sign up and stay in tune with the latest class and reunion info.

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