Buxton School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

Page 12 text:

HKNUYV TIIYSELF: TO TIIINE OYVN SELF BE TRUE. When I first read these words, they meant little to meg just two small phrases in a school catalogue. But it was these few words that helped me so much in the first step toward social and mental security. A whole new concept toward maturity was awakened in me. It took quite a while before I opened my eyes and was finally convinced that I was an essential part of a small community. In fact I realized that everyone was essential. Wle were all individuals, but equally important parts of a composite unit. I began to know the people around me fu- both students and teachers - and through them I was able to evaluate my- self for the first time. It wasn't easy. It took a long time to really believe in myself' 'f to have faith in my convictions and have the courage to stand up for them. Each different phase in my lite at Buxton has taught me something, whether it be a better understanding of human nature or a more complete understanding of myself. I have realized the importance of living with others and being able to get along with them, of making new contacts with different kinds of people, and of making contributions and participating in community living. And the real- ization that other people besides being just teachers and schoolmates could be real friends. Know thyself: To thine own self be true. These words will remain with me forever, symbolic of the environ- ment which awakened me towards myself. H e Ann .llallzewa page len

Page 11 text:

Today creation lives in wild beauty, Undaunted by the melancholy hand of time, WVhich does not wander as the fog, But calls through all the many years To follow silently, and do what it commands. Step gently stranger, the tide is rising high, The sky is raging flame among the blue. And the silhouette of your hand is lmrave Among the many hands, Which are so gaunt against the slay, But strong in true reality Enriching life, it only with a peace That comes within one's self And casts all fear upon the winding wind. Pale is the mind which can not see the other shore, And paler yet the heart which will not follow fantasy But hangs upon the written word And sees the day as it is seen by millions. No, this time is slowly ebbing to the waste And confusion melts, Unclouding from the earth A richer wealth: The greatness ofa mind which rallies force ln conquest of a hope. W- 111115011 Demrau page II ine

Page 13 text:

EFURE even arriving at the school I fell in love with the country around Buxton. After living in or around large cities all my life, the wide open country with miles and miles of land delighted me. I had the impression that because Buxton was farther north I would Gnd the weather unbearably cold but, surprisingly enough, the weather was very comfortable. Enough for the surroundings, except that I decided to spend my next four college years in this New England region. Thinking back to my tirst few weeks at Buxton it's hard to believe that I was so ill at ease that the first four or five days I avoided meals as often as possible and all other activities which would bring me in Contact with twenty-seven strange boys and girls. After two weeks I was getting used to my new surroundings and by the end of the third week I felt like one of the fixtures ofthe school with the arrival of a new student. Being a senior and arriving late in the year made it rather essential that I find my way into the school activities as soon as possible. Yvith a little encouragement I started playing with the girls' basket- ball team only a few days after I arrived. I admit I never became a star on the team but I did have loads of fun playing with them. The thing which I think I shall remember most about the basketball games is the long rides in the Buxton army truck. I got quite bumped up, practically frozen to death and nearly asphyxiated by the gas fumes at times but I loved it all. The informality of the school appeals to me, although there is one exception which is the Sunday afternoon teas. Their charm lies in the relaxed and comfortable manner in which we listen to poetry or discuss various topics while sipping tea and munching on cookies. Since my tirst tea I have tried to make it a point not to miss a single one of these delightful sessions. page effvm