Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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FORM THREE B FRONT ROW: Margaret Pigot, Isabelle deMuralt, Ronda Young, Carolyn North, Winnie Tse, Miss Armbruster, Ruth Simons, Mary Ann Ogiivy, Reisa Lush, Tamara Wallis, Kathy Plaskin. BACK ROW: Martha Hiam, Sonia Paisley-Snnith, Jackie Larrett, Carol Kimoff, Catherine Noe, Joanne Ward, Debby Perry, Ria Kalafatidis, Renee Bates. THE RUSH At six in the morning, all through the house. Not a creature was stirring — not even a mouse! Everyone was snoring in their beds. Wrapped warm in blankets, just showing their heads. Then one alarm, two alarms, three alarms, four. Everyone jumped up and rushed to the door. Mom, in the kitchen; Dad, with spright. Was doing his exercises, forgotten last night! The children were cranky, no wonder. Their homework was forgotten, because of the thunder. The poor parents had to stand the pouting and shouting. From the storm, and school, the children ' s every day outing. Mary Ann Ogiivy Form III B 23

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FRONT ROW: Jennifer Ferrington, Mary Archontakis, Anne Gardiner, Giselle Lupovici, Miss Arnold, Sunita Chopra, Wanda Burrows, Jackie Hall, Johanna Bambara. BACK ROW: Lisa Coleman, Margrit Buchholz, Linda Major, Lisa Taub, Eva Ruta, Cathy Ferguson, Donna Charters, April Kape, Karin Little. ABSENT: Alison Barlow, Bronwen Cres- well. SPRING: THE TIME OF NEW LIFE The trees, hung heavy with snow, leaned out over the lake. Under them were the faded prints of rabbits and squirrels, made long ago after a storm. The noon-day sun sparkled brightly on the open lake, now free from its clogs of ice. The heat from the sun started to melt away the sticky, soft snow. A fat chickadee hopped about on a limb, trilling his little song, and bask- ing in the sunlight. In the trapper ' s cabin the door was opened, and barefooted chil- dren tumbled out, laughing and pressing snow together for snowballs. The trapper ' s wife swept a strand of hair away from her eyes and breathed in the cool spring air. It tasted good, after so long in the freezing winter. Watching her children frolic in the yard, she smiled to herself, and remem- bered her own youth, filled with the storing of sleds and harpoons, and the freeing of huskies from the harness. The trapper, oiling his traps and mending his snares, was deep in thought. Should he keep his old trapline or alter his route? Suddenly he admonished himself roughly. Bah! It was spring! Why do all this? Jump- ing up, he put an arm around his wife and called the children to them. How would you like to go to town up the lake, eh? he grinned. And far out on the lake the mail boat chugged. Spring had come to the North. THE BLIND MAN As he walks He feels the breeze. Smells all the smells And hears the trees. With dog on leash And cane in hand, The blind man stumbles Across the sand. How would you feel If you were blind? With nothing to see. Nothing to find .... April Kape Form III A Karin Little Form III A

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UPPER II FRONT ROW: Sandra Sunborg, Lori Hum, Marilyn Hodgson, Christine Wheeler, Robin Bronfman, Helen Oh, Diana Riesman. SECOND ROW: Pat Bardecki, Joanne Cook, Adelina Roberts, Susan Cameron, Mrs. Ewing, Mimi Judah, Laurie Kift, Pam Cook, Caren Weinstein. THIRD ROW: Terri Johnson, Sandra Major, Alessandra Cravero, Lisa Chalmers, Anne Miner, Louise Benjamin, Keren Penney. A time of peaceful bliss it was, A time of lasting pleasure. As I sat on a lonely beach Watching gulls swooping and butterflies Which only today, this peaceful day. Show a mixture of grace and loveliness. Why today, should you ask, is it that everything Yes, everything, seems so sweet that nothing Could destroy it? This peaceful time, A lovely time, which is everlasting and fine. No answer could be given for a question so hard. So please stop and listen: It ' s a time of peaceful bliss, A time of lasting pleasure. . . Diana Riesman Upper II, Gumming House CHRISTMAS NIGHT The snow lay softly on the ground. The world was silent, not a sound. Except for the sound of Christmas songs near That little children sang so clear. The lights twinkled brightly on each tree. And every child was full of glee, As they opened each present with such great joy. To see their gift, perhaps a toy. The fire crackled, the sparks flew up. Mother looked at her present, some brand new cups. Father looked at his gift; it was nice indeed, That on Christmas Eve, no one was filled with greed! Louise Benjamin Upper II, Ross House