Turners Falls High School - Peske Tuk Yearbook (Turners Falls, MA)

Page 24 text:

64 One September day in 1961 a small stream emerged from the mountains and began its long journey to the sea. It was on that day that we, the class of 1965, first entered the halls of Turners Falls High School. We were at first overwhelmed by the swift current of the new curriculum, the activities and, in fact, by the whole new world of high school. But we were immediately made to feel a part of this new world when we were officially welcomed at the Freshman-Senior Reception. I The months passed with surprising speed and it seemed impossible that this course could have ever been strange to us. As our freshman year ended we were impatiently awaiting the next bend in our journey. ice i tin men :re: :ginr The second bend came into sight and it proved to be all that we had anticipated. We found the current more turbulent as we were drawn into many activities. But we had acquired strength and we as- serted it when we first elected our own class officers: John O’Riley, president; James Cade, vice-president; Paula Garrand, secretary; Linda Chisholm, treasurer; Virginia Potosek, historian. As a river has many separate currents, so our class had as many individuals, each with his own interests and objectives — yet unity pervaded. It was a co-operative effort that made possible our Sopho- more Social. The gym gaily decorated with a Christmas decor made our first dance a memorable affair. With the flow of events decisions had to be made, one of which was the selection of our class ring. We proudly wore them as a symbol of our unity and purpose. We were fast approaching the third bend and our goal became more real to us. spon kc irrar stori unt! T :oduc »nai T » r thf a: F, arne

Page 23 text:

CIA 3 5 50H6-I%5 7 SL T r — u 4 p — 4 — - U A A z t — H a — A 5trcAm- W »d 8. f A nci no oJ t -e Ut u in -t n e r - 7 e. W - ajn oar course rxe.rx our M.reur» We ” cume iv tr5 reac-Wed +We oceuw ' 1 lr r r —A. .15 0T w r C A n d 0 - v er IrC A SmootW- f 6 u t tVx e yy e m - ' r y c Hrs We s 3W - ing ta s a. - UJ | t C r i v - e ive. .d r 7 C J J .H? - C £ M 4 1 4L J ’ Be - And TWe Wind US U OkS Cx. vym Vx — t ij| Force. ru.r - »un Swi?t.- towards X s cxiwx f»v- tr was TWe mo - t. io n oF — W — J -“y— C 4 1 :■ ». J -I £ 3 • — A T V o.t ypusWiJ us To -ward +We world. All cut-irents Joined to- l+W- e r . TWe c cxss 0 -f ! ix — ty Five.

Page 25 text:

V li k 4a IJ % (JOURNEY As we progressed, we encountered new whirlpools of activity. With the re-election of our class officers, we continued under our pre- H vious leadership. We ceased to merely flow with the current and began to assert a of hi force of our own. This force was first channeled in the direction of the t’W( 49th annual Junior Prize Speaking. Our course veered from drama into don. dimensions of beauty — our Junior Prom, Tender is the Night.” With the announcement of the new Netop and Yearbook staff we eshi w ere given a preview of what lay around the next bend. At last we were beginning to exert the force of a powerful river. Rushing with greater strength towards our goal, we assumed the responsibilities and enjoyed the privileges of seniors. Under our class officers, John O’Riley, president; Robert Brown, vice-president; Paula Garrand, secretary; Linda Chisholm, treasurer; and Virginia Potosek, historian, we welcomed the freshmen and made them feel a part of Turners Falls High School. The river cascaded into a waterfall as the class surged into the production of our Senior Play, Take Me To Your President,” by Leonard Wibberly. Then the months flowed by with startling rapidity until, at last, our goal was almost tangible. As graduation approached we were hurled for the last time into a whirl of activity: Yearbook Day, Senior Fare- well, and Class Day. For so long we had heard the ocean’s pounding and sensed its nearness, then, finally, we were there. Virginia Potosek V 7 65