Regis College - Mount Regis Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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A Date To Susan and her dad sit this one out. Laura and her father share a special night. Remember So Little Time Many times we walked the length of sunny seashores. And sailed on the diamond-sparkling waves Of the ocean we loved together; Or we climbed the “blue-dot” trail of the hill, My little legs scrambling to keep up with you. We looked from the tower with wondering eyes At the trees dressed in their autumn finery And later slid down the rocks of “Coon Hollow.” You would paint in the saffron summers. And I would climb the high scaffolding to sit and chatter: Of sailboats and apple trees. Of the balmy summer heat. Of the lilac scented air. Of who we were. And of what I was to become. I am grown and away- Far away from the idyllic days of childhood. We have so little time to share- So little time to understand each other’s lives. Still, I love you as I loved you then. Each spring, for one shiny, starry night We have come together with my new friends. We dress up in finery of our own And dance on recaptured memories of long ago. As we dance and share new hopes- Hopes that have grown and changed with me- I am a child once again. Thank you, daddy, for these special nights. For the dried flowers I keep to remind me. Thank you daddy, for the long ago times- And for being you- And for letting me be me. -Laura A. Kelly Father-Daughter 1 7

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Magic Moments ' ' i ' Rosemarie practices to be a great mother! Passing On the Dream We sit across the table from one another: A startling “before and after,” a study in time. In your eyes I see a young woman’s reflection. Is the image there of your own youth, or of mine? My hands are yours less the freckled marks of age. I mimic your gestures unthinking. Your smile glows with the auburns of your autumn; Mine flashes hot with the flame of my spring. Lisa and her mom share a hug. Beneath your polite laughter echoes a girlish giggle Which age can’t silence or ignore. The tear on my cheek traces the same path As the tear of your youth years before. Once you walked before me carrying the dream. You sheltered me and held me when I cried. Now there are times when you let me lead. And at times we walk together with one stride. -Kathleen M. Sheerin 16 Mother- Daughter Kathy and her mom share a special moment.

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Beth Sampson All Hallows Eve 1 “Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble.” Macbeth (IV, i, 10) As the leaves drop from the trees and the close of October draws near, a sense of anticipation fills the campus. Calling forth this excitement is yet another Regis tradition, Halloween. The upperclasswomen, who are familiar with this tradition, begin planning their elaborate costumes early, then guard them like well-kept secrets. The freshwomen, unsure of what to expect, soon catch the excitement. The celebration begins with the annual Halloween dinner and “Fitzy’s” Costume Parade. The Lower Student Union is the location for Saga’s Halloween banquet, complete with all the trimmings. Bowls of candy on the tables, orange and black decorations and “Fitzy” as disc jockey, contribute to the party atmosphere. Once the dinner is over, the costume parade begins. As we dance, our costumes are judged and the prizes are awarded. The highlight of the evening is Tower Tavern’s Halloween party. Nearly everyone comes in costume, and only the truly brave dare to risk a dance with the unknown face behind the mask. This year the identities ranged from Jackie Onassis (Mary Dermody) to Wilma and Fred Flintstone (Maria Menard and Patrick Pitney) to Dracula (Ghislaine Coen) and the five Bishops (Liz Bridgeman, Beth Sampson, Suzanne Grady, Ellen McQuoid, and Sue Murray). Some of the costumes were as ingenious they were creative. There was, for example, a “Kim-in-the-Box” (Kim Livingstone) and a roll of Kodak film (Fran Mooney). For we seniors who have grown to love the Halloween tradition at Regis, it will be another custom that we miss. For this one night every year we have assumed alternate identities and indulged in the craziness of fantasy. Q