Tolland High School - Eyrie Yearbook (Tolland, CT)

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A warm face we ' ll never forget. His smile still shines in our minds. He did for others what no one else would think of doing. He always found the time to stop what he was doing when anyone had had something to say. For we ask God why him? But we should thank him that Dean was with us as long as he was. When God took Dean Yost from among us he took a part of us with him. But he still remains in our hearts and all the memories and smiles and good times still remain glued in our memories as though they happened yesterday. Dean was a member of the Town Football League, and was irreplaceable this year. An excellent competitor on the field and a gentleman off the field. He was looked up to by his teammates and was an inspiration to all. Let us all carry on living and not cry for ourselves but think of Dean and smile softly to ourselves, because that ' s all there ever was when Dean was with us: Happiness. Bob LaPoint Scott Kramer Mike Tracey f TTwrnmrnm. When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow. And he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the self same well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that burned in the potters oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hallowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sor- row that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful IcxDk again in your heart and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, Joy is greater than sorrow, and others say, Nay, sorrow is greater. But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at a standstill and are balanced. When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall. Kahlil Gibran

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My life is but a shadow of a dream — and the stars, like you and I. We all enjoy peace and love, contentment . . . H. W. Mellow is the man, who knows what he ' s been missing, many men can ' t see the open road. Many is a word that only leaves you guess- ing. Guessing about a thing you really don ' t know about . . . L. F. yV. VN t ' I loved him very much and always will feel for him. We were very close. We had good times and bad, but the bad remained good. I will never forget times we had together. He was happy every time I saw him. He was always smiling. Happy — never sad — doing things he liked to do. Cathy Conley The souls of people exist, after they pass away. Though he isn ' t here, I feel his presence. A day will come for my soul to exist, just as his docs. L L . . . No man is an island. Each man is a part of the main . . I feel this of Brad, he touched our lives. E.G. m Asa friend, he played In a band That cc uki have been Oh Oh why ' d he go Everyone loved him ((And if he ' d known I don ' t tiiink he Would hajf gone. Oh Oh why ' d he go. GRIFFIN This tree was planted by those who cared: In memory of Brad Carr. Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up until your iriends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness. Speak approving, cheering words while their ears can hear them, and while their hearts can be thrilled by them. I waited too long, I realized that as I stood helpless by your bed at St. Francis. Patty Single