Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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This page is sponsored by MR. MRS. BURNS HEAD GIRLS MESSAGE Veni, Vidi, Vici As my seventh and final year rushes to a close, I can honestly say that this has been my best year. There were the good times and the bad times but the good times certainly outnumbered the bad, and we have all managed to survive. I ' d like to thank everyone in O.L.C. for making this such a great year and to wish you all the luck and happiness in the future. As the year draws towards the close it seems so much harder to say good-bye, but remember, Good-bye doesn ' t mean forever. Love, Chris From the beach in 1965, school picture in 1975 to Head Girl, CONGRATULATIONS Chris. 6

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DEAN ' S MESSAGE At first, the town, the long road, the house -- its history, its mystery, its beauty: All this, planted in us all, issued in brightness and lightness, fear and despair, and the more moderate tones that helped us to get ready, to hope, to plan, to brace, to be open. And then, the others -- the glistening, glimmering, diamond-cut peoples, girls, women, and men: Sometimes we falteringly wrapped ourselves in ourselves; Sometimes we took a confident step towards another; Sometimes we laughed together. Sometimes we cried and reached out to lighten the heaviness. Finally, time, which only measures, and es as soon as it is born, yet mysteriously weaves together the fabric of the place, the people: Time took care of the town (not-home) and us there; the road and us on it; the house and us in it; Time took care of the hills and valleys of our lives - the work and play, the friends and lack of friends, the roommates, the classrooms, the squirrels we fed, the fence, the sometimes lonely rooms. But time is now measured and dead. And we leave the town, the road, the house, the people — Some of us for a season, some forever. Do we have only memories, words-in-our-minds? Do we have only poems? People, things, events that happen to us, or we to them, are not neat-tied cameos; Rather, they are a continuum of eyes, ears, mouth, fingertips, blood, heart. Which we cannot write, draw, play on a violin - They are not translatable, these pieces of flesh and blood and soul of us-and-the- others: They are alive and well and living in us and in our breath. Vaya con Dios,

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FACULTY 1978-1979 Miss Valerie Constantine Mrs. Eleanor Davis, B.A., Mrs. Nannette Hallpike, B.A., Mrs. Margaret Holley, B.A., Mrs. Margaret Hainer, B.A., Miss Elizabeth Kellogg Miss Linda Kreklewetz, B.Sc, Miss Marylynn Mentis, B.F.A., Mrs. Sandra Metselaar Mr. Brian McClure, B.Sc, B.Ed., Mr. Robert Palmer, B.A., B.Ed., Mr. James Shelson, B.A., Mr. Wayne Stubbs, B.A., Mrs. Margaret Swann, B.A., B.Sc, M.Ed., Miss Elizabeth Szkokan, B.A., Miss Cindy Young, A.R.C.T., Geography, Phys. Ed. Eng. Math. Can. Earn. Vocal Mus. English and Library French and Latin French Voice Mathematics Speech Arts and Drama Typing, Earn. Studies Eng. Inst. Mus. Physics History, Library English Geography Science Subjects Counselling Art and Geography Piano This page sponsored by MR. AND MRS. TROTTER