Academy of Our Lady of Mercy - Lauralton Yearbook (Milford, CT)

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SOMETHING OLD . . . CDonna Toczko in old uniform.J lg: SOMETHING BORROWED . . . fWe'rc' sorry to see her go, but in August, Germany will claim our exchange student, Elke Bonn.J ' Q -4 ei I 1 - wif' .I V 24 I ' 1 I I f ,L . TS I Q - 5 2 is -E ,,,A . f ? . rj- ne r SOMETHING NEW . . . CSaddle shoes and lipstick replace oxfords and anemic lips.Q SOMETHING BLUE . . . fRosann Cacacc, a blue girl in a blue uniform, casts one longing, lingering look behind. j 51

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ln sophomore year these eleven First put this uniform on . . , larbara Kennedy, Beth Lomazzo, Ronnie Loughlin, Maureen Reardon, 'eresa Teodosio, Marleen Matyszcwski, Gerry Foucault, Kathy DeMar, irances Lukas, Fran DcLuca. CMissing from picture, Betty Abhottj. i New London to Milford 2 65 miles X 2 trips per day D X 180 days a year X 4 years 1 93,600 miles 1 Carol Sullivan's thirst for education! did meet. Boni Carbone, Marion Onorato, Maureen Gleason - Easton, Beth Lomazzo - Weston. 1 0 1'i a Qf tgnterest to enriors In junior year came another seven, And in senior year came Elke Bonn! Cathy Connelly, Elke Bonn, Amy Dudek, Martha Sullivan, Pat Gaffney, Diane Szabo, Judi Perislcy, Mary-Bridget Lenihan.

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SIL-W orizons Highlights covers everything from club meet- ings to hula-hooping at pajama parties, says Maureen Reardon. Seniors look through catalogs in the Career Room. Seated: Helen Kisiel, Carole Freeman, Shirly Rauson. Standing: Martha Sullivan, Judy Homorsky, Joyce Santorelli. 504' fig! 7.-zz With parents by our side, we entered the audi- torium, and then . . . foreshadowing the future, we left them to take our separate places. The auditorium was divided - students up frontg parents apart, fac- ing us. The future loomed in the minds of both parents and students! Then we spoke, and they listened. With full hearts, we tried to tell them of our thanks. Along with thanksgiving, other feelings well up - unex- pressed emotions of growing up, facing new hori- zons, making decisions - alone. Our new thoughts formed on Senior-Parent Night were to last the year long. This night was the be- ginning of the end of our high school years. As the year progressed, these feelings turned to ideas, ideas to plans, plans to action. Action directed us first to the chapel for an earnest prayer for guidance, then to the career room. Motivated by the nearness of our future, we spent odd moments there with college cata- logs and scholarship programs as our companions. What to do? Where to go? We, whose biggest problem had been What to wear on Saturday night, were now plotting the course for our future. In the quietness of the career room, Life unfolded its many promises. We have traveled down one path, another is ahead. It's not too far away. Yet all the hope and excitement cannot quite extinguish a pain of loss of something very precious.