Andover Central High School - Memoirs Yearbook (Andover, NY)

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We, the graduating class of '81 would like to present this edition of Memoirs in memory of a dear and dedicated teacher and friend, Mrs. Rose Mary Burger, affectionately known throughout the community as Rosie . Mrs. Burger was always one of the first to think of others whether this entailed hospital visitations, sending flowers, food, or cards to people who found themselves in distress or simply rendering the little thank-yous which most of us tend to forget. Although her main function was meant to be that of an English teacher, she was dedicated to her family, her church, and our school. She taught her students courtesy, honesty, love of country and above all, a sense of justice. Whether one agreed with Mrs. Burger or not on any given point, there was no choice but to conceed that whatever stand she took was derived at through a process of reasoning with an unflinching eye upon fairness. We will not be receiving our Senior Class breakfast at the Burger home prior to our Senior Class trip this year as so many Senior Classes before us have done. Also, we will not have the opportunity to render our thanks prior to graduation. We have hopes that this book will serve to remind the students, teachers and all the people of Andover of the remembered and cherished goodness of a fine human being. 4

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LET ME DIE, WORKING Let me die, working. Still tackling plans unfinished, tasks undone! Clean to its end, swift may my race be run. No laggard steps, no faltering, no shirking; Let me die, working! Let me die, thinking. Let me fare forth still with an open mind, Fresh secrets to unfold, new truths to find. My soul undimmed, alert, no question blinking; Let me die, thinking Let me die, laughing No sighing o'er past sins; they are forgiven. Spilled on this earth are all the joys of Heaven; The wine of life, the cup of mirth quaffing. Let me die, laughing! S. Hall Young THERE IS NO DEATH In one sense there is no death. The life of a soul on earth lasts beyond his departure. You will always feel that life touching yours, that voice speaking to you, that spirit looking out of other eyes, talking to you in the familiar things he touched, worked with, loved as familiar friends. He lives on in your life and in the lives of all others that knew him. Angelo Patri 5