Weymouth High School - Campus / Reflector Yearbook (Weymouth, MA)

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These Were the Good Old Days We watched an entire nation over-do the bicentennial, and each of us sat back and hopelessly fell in love with Nadia Co- maneci and Dorothy Hamrriill. We were the first class to witness the birth of the Joey Stivick doll, complete with entire male anatomy, and we watched Barbie ' s younger sister, Skipper, reach puberty with a move of her arm. We gained a lifetime of knowl- edge from Mary Hartman, and adopted the Fonz, Vinnie Bar- barino, and the Six Million Dollar Man as our T.V. heroes. . . . Everyone listened intently to Gary Gilmore ' s death-wish plea, and to Bob Dylan ' s song of the injustice done to Reuben Hur- ricane ' ' Carter . . . We held our breath at the time of the Argo Merchant oil spill. None of us knew that Liberia existed until their ships began dumping millions of gallons of oil into Ameri- can waters . . . We were the first class in years to have our basements painted. In our sophomore year we were granted the long awaited priviledge for which many classes before us had fought: we were allowed to smoke (tobacco) at lunch . . . We watched two races battle over busing in Southie, and saw an un- known named Jimmy Carter defeat a president we didn ' t elect. In just a few short months we became sick to death of hearing about Rosalynn, Amy, brother Billy, and Miss Lillian, and be- came equally sick of the C.B. radio boom ... In our senior year nature gave us something the school committee hadn ' t: an extra vacation and a lot of snow to shovel . . . Most of us suffered through S.A.T. ' s and then delved into the tedious work of filling out college applications; then waited, hoping, with our fingers crossed . . . We traveled in caravans to the Eagles-Fleetwood Mac concert at Schaeffer Stadium, and a few months later sat be- fore our T.V. sets and watched the Patriots get robbed in Oak- land. We cried for Jack Nicholson in Cuckoo ' s Nest, and all die girls drooled over Roger Daltrey in Tommy . . . We partied at the New Beach, were one of the last classes to make full use of the REZ and invented half day parties on Great Hill . . . We were disappointed when the drive-in was torn down, and each of us did his part to keep the Weymouth Police Force on its toes. These are just a few of the experiences that have set the moods of the Class of 1977, but they do not even begin to make a dent in the things we will experience individually in the years ahead.