Battin High School - Red and White Yearbook (Elizabeth, NJ)

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The wind takes each Hake- They dance to the merry tune That silver sleigh bells make- They whirl in the light of the moon! A dull, grey day . . . Dressed in a cape of fog, Wearing her hat of darkness And gloves of gloom. I look around the happy kitchen now: Mother looking down on a small girl with pigtails, who holds in her small thin hands a cup of bub- bling hot chocolateg Grandmother smiling as she closes the oven door on the rich fruit cake, Grandfather, his big frame bent over the board, rolling dough as he sings a lively Welsh hymn. I cannot help the tears which come into my eyes or the hard lump which forms in my throat. Grandfather and Grandmother are dead now and Christmas is very lonely without them. But all things must pass away and though the moments themselves are lost, the memories are kept in the heart where they grow golden with age and lovelier with each year that passes. The world would be a lonely place without memories. The world can no more do without memories than it can do without the rose, or the birds, or the laugh of a small child. All your life the happy moments are yours simply for the asking - a treasure within your reach. BEATRICE BOLLINGER, '51 SNOW DANCE MILDRED FLORCZAK, '5o MILDRED FLORCZAK, ' 50 Black trees swirling, Swooping, twisting, Scolding, threatening, Shaking their fingers At the strong March wind. BARBARA LEVENBERG, '52 xuuuig N ,WWW , , ,W ,,, A

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A2 j'86l5lfLP8 The time was Christmas, 1Q42Q in the air was the smell of pine and snow. I remember hurrying about my morning tasks, happy with Christ- mas joy. Today was the day of magic, the day Grandfather baked pies and bread, the day Grandmother made the Christmas pudding, and, most important of all, the day Mother and I got the tree. It was that glorious day before Christmas! I All my presents were stored away in my closet and I remember running to look at them as they lay in all their shining glory, just to make sure the day was real and not a dream. They looked to me like a group of sparkling stars lost from the heavens and fallen to earth to nestle in my closet. But the thing that I remember best was getting the tree. Mother walked ahead of me down the snowy street and I had to run to keep up with her. I would catch on to her hand and skip along by her side. Then we were in the fairyland of pine trees. Row on row of trees stretched underneath the string of naked colored bulbs - big giants of trees, little baby trees, and some just as tall as Mother. The man kept. stamping his feet from the cold, and I stared at his ruddy cheeks and the little puffs of smoke that came from his mouth when he talked. He led us down the forest of pines and stopped to tell us the names of the trees and how Ene they were and how the pine needles wouldn't fall on the carpet. Atlast we found a tree which seemed to be just what we wanted. The man put it on the ground, then, pulling as he did so, he tied the green branches tightly together. Merry Christmas! he sang to us as we started homeward. I remember the glow I felt as my arms surrounded my end of the tree. We had no car, so Mother and I had to it home. The pine needles bit into my arms and it was hard to manage but I didn't care. It was our tree, our beautiful tree! Soon it would be covered with bubbles of colored lights and silvery tinsel. Soon all the lovely presents would lie under its branches. When we got it home, we put it into a corner of the side porch and hunried inside the warm house. The savory smells of spicy raisin cookies, paper-thin sugar cookies, rich plum puddings, roasted nuts, and many other good things greeted us as we shook the snow from our boots. I remember the snow lying in little heaps on the linoleum floor and then its life melted away as it ran in small streams to form puddles on the floor. Mother made some hot chocolate for us to drink before supper to shake 0E the chill of the December weather.

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