Lawrence Day, Grade 7 Class of 1966
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Lawrence Day, Grade 7 Class of 1966 |
Risa Rosenberg, at recess, giving me back the friendship ring I had mailed, from Florida, to her best friend, Debbie Lyons. Risa saying, "Debbie doesn't want to go out with you anymore." I threw the ring down the sewer in a fit of angry rejection (I wonder if it's still there?) disregarding the fact that Debbie and I had never actually spoken, although I held her quite close while dancing with her at the first boy-girl party I ever attended (thank you, Dougie Grand).
I also remember, at that awkward time, the boys on one side of the gymnasium, the girls on the other, while only Greg Slaight dared dance, in the middle of the gym, to the hot tune of the day, "Cherish."
How about our Bantam team going to the Gardens, where Blythwood, the smallest school in the City of Toronto won City hockey championships in all three categories, Bantam, Senior, and Junior. Never done before, never since. Never will be.
Bruce Baker, saying angrily, "Who tidied up this cupboard?" No one saying a word. Dead silence. Then he said, "Oh, I was just wondering, great job, whoever it was," and me putting my hand, saying, "I did it, Mr. Baker!," and everyone laughing, no believing me, no matter how much I insisted I was the one." Thank you for everything, Mr. Baker. You meant so much, as a coach and teacher, to all of us. There was nothing we would not have done for you.
Lawrence S. Day, Class of 66
