Turners Falls High School - Peske Tuk Yearbook (Turners Falls, MA)

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IVY POEM We leave this alone of permanence Our names and deeds may vanish in the stream of time This ivy: Our memories, all our fleeting joys and sorrows That of us which enters the future and becomes a part of it Our youth The chronicle of our years Strange and wonderful — our years together Our eternity in a moment May it endure. Christine Jackson 43

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In the shadows of the early morning hours, we find the Class of ' 61 deep in the dusty depths of the T. F. H. S. cellars, cleaning out all of the souvenirs, the memoirs, and the files that have accumulated in their storage room during the past four years. Similar to the other graduating classes that have preceded them, they too have post- poned this sorrowful task until it is the day of their Final Assembly. Slowly, (and noisily) the graduates drift into the room, a few still wearing their caps and gowns, some still munching on cake left from the Graduation party the night before. With drooping eyelids and aching feet they assemble, their dusters and mops in their hands. The state of the room can best be described in one short sentence: It ' s a mess!” Amid the empty coke” bottles, (left by our Senior Play cast) and the mounds of stale potato chip crumbs, (NETOP staff ' s contributioais) a few ambitious individuals begin to clear the odds and ends . . . An old rocking chair someone forgot to return after our first one act play, The Death of the Hired Man” . . . corn stalks from the Pumpkin Prom — (Officer Krupky ' s tombstone is hidden between the stalks) ... a dinosaur cos- tume minus a tail from the Senior Play ... an old edition of the Netop ... a gun and a dog tag from the Hills of Bataan” . . . We can ' t throw these away! There ' s too much sentiment attached to each of these!” . . . The class slowly packs their treasures” into boxes and shoves them into the corner. Maybe someday we ' ll be able to use them,” they feebly explain . . . yes, class, maybe someday. We now turn our attention to a filing cabinet in the center of the room. There are streamers of red and white crepe paper sticking out of the drawers; football helmets are piled on top. In the bottom of one of these drawers we find a book. Its cover is purple; its white lettering spells OUR DIARY, CLASS OF 1961.” Yes, classmates, our diary. It is almost completed. There remains but one entry to write . . . today ' s. But before we take up our pens, let’s read for the last time, our class’ history. We turn to the first page of our diary, (it’s all marked up with ink blots — messy Freshmen) . . . With an excited and impatient hand our class had written . . . September, 1957 DEAR DIARY TODAY WAS OUR FIRST DAY IN HIGH SCHOOL WHAT MAD CONFUSION TRYING TO FIND THE RIGHT CLASSROOMS ON THE RIGHT FLOORS . . . AND THERE ARE SO MANY OF US! A MR. OAKES HAD TO ALL BUT LEAD US BY THE HAND. ( WELL, AL- MOST) . . . WILL WE EVER BE ABLE TO BE AS DIGNIFIED AS THOSE SENIORS. . . . (STILL CANT UNDERSTAND WHY THAT SENIOR LAUGHED WHEN ONE OF US ASKED ABOUT THE FIRST FLOOR ELEVATOR). What a day that was ... As we turn the pages, the words Latin”, Home Ec.”, and Algebra”, stare back at us. Remember the struggles and the fun? . . . our first praaice teacher in Mr. Connelly’s English I class . . . (our introduaion to Shake- speare, OUCH!) . . . The Yearling” . . . and we stop at the page in our diary where someone has stuffed a blue paper football . . . The entry is dated . . . Oaober 19, 1957 DEAR DIARY, OUR FIRST HIGH SCHOOL DANCE . . . THE CLASS OF 1958 OF- FICIALLY WELCOMED US AT THE ANNUAL FRESHMAN HOP . THE GYM LOOKED MARVELOUS! IT WAS DECORATED IN OUR SCHOOL COLORS, AND PORTRAYED A FOOTBALL FIELD WITH GOAL POSTS AT EACH END, SURROUNDED BY FOOTBALL HEL- METS, MEGAPHONES AND SCHOOL FLAGS ... HOW TERRIFIED WE WERE GOING THROUGH THAT FIRST RECEIVING LINE. WE’VE ALL VOWED NEVER AGAIN . . . The pages of the diary that follow this date are filled with excited reports of the Freshman football games, our first Halloween dance, and then; November 27, 1957 DEAR DIARY, T-U-R-N-E-R-S! . . . OOPS, SORRY! (GOT CARRIED AWAY) ... OUR FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY RALLY, AND JUST THINK . . . OUR FRESHMAN CHEERLEADERS CHEERED WITH THE J. V. AND VARSITY SQUADS. (THEY SANG THE TOUCHDOWN SONG FOR THE FOOTBALL TEAM) . . . CANT WAIT UNTIL THAT YEAR WHEN OUR CHEERLEADERS WILL BE LEADING THE BIG RALLY . . . November 28, 1957 DEAR DIARY, WELL, WE DIDNT WIN BUT .OUR CHEERLEADERS EXHIBIT- ED THEIR VERSATILITY . (THEY SWUNG THEIR ARMS TOO HIGH WHEN THEY JUMPED AND A FEW OF THEM LOST THEIR FEATHER HEADBANDS) . . . BUT WE DIDNT LAUGH. (NOT TOO MUCH ANYWAY). As we skim over the remaining pages, we read the stories of our high school life