Union High School - Utopian Yearbook (New Castle, PA)

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Zhe Class of 1976 Remembers Patty Adamczyk February 10,1958 to March 3,1975 When a friend is gone you miss her and very often you wish that, while she was still liere, you had been a little more thoughtful of her or that you had done some special thing for her. Unfortunately, you can’t go back and add things to your life, no matter how badly you want to. The best you can do is to think of your friend with love and respect and to realize how important it is to care and to show that you care, while you are able. Faye Stoner “I shall pass through this world but once. If, therefore, there be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do, let me do it now; let me not defer it or neglect it, for 1 shall not pass this way again.”- De- Grellect

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Zhe Way We Were 1964-1976 As we existed day to day at Union, not many of us thought that what we did for those twelve years would become treasured memories after we graduated. As we followed our daily routine, wc didn’t take the time to think that each dull, boring day would come to be part of one big memory that would last a lifetime. First grade. How can you ever forget that “butterfly” feeling in your stomach when the teacher told you to stand up and tell the class your name? In those days, you wanted to meet all your new classmates and try to make friends of them all. By third grade, just when you thought you knew everyone. Sunny Avenue School closed and this brought more students and future friends into your world. The next big excitement in your school life came when you went to the Scotland School. In fourth grade, you en- tered a real honest-to-«oodness library for the first time! Remember the first time you and a friend outsmarted Mrs. Padula and talked in the cafeteria? How about the time you got caught laughing in the library? During the next two years you would have the chance to put on a Thanksgiving play, sing in concerts with the Scot-tones, put on the play THE LITTLE SHEEP OF BETHLEHEM, put together the “Scottie Talcs”, and take the annual sixth grade trip to the Pittsburgh Zoo and Aviary-Conservatory. In those days, you really felt “free”; although the burden of being in school was there, you didn’t quite feel it yet. Seventh grade . . . High school . . . the best years are here ... I finally made it, right? Wrong! For most of us, sev- enth grade started out in sheer disaster: “Which way is C-22?”, “Gym9 What gym? There ain’t no gym on my map”, “I can’t find my locker!”, etc. . . But eventually everything worked out. You caught on to the routine, and boy, was it routine! Where was all the excitement that high school was supposed to have? You couldn’t find it. Guaran- teed, there were football, baseball, and basketball games and track meets, but somehow it wasn’t fun to watch kids who you didn’t even know compete in these events. So, you started to familiarize yourself wtth the names and faces of all the upperclassmen, just to impress your friends. In Junior High, you felt excluded from all the activities. Ninth grade brought a bit more involvement, but some- thing was still lacking. There was still that “left-out” feeling within you. Finally, the big step came tenth grade! There were pep rallies, dances, sports activities and clubs that finally made you feel part of Union. The Sophomore Party was the big social event for almost everyone in the class. In your Junior year, you drifted around, anticipating the time when you would become a Senior. You worked your way through the year both in school and in the extra-curricular activities. At the end of the year, some of your friends were lucky enough to go to the prom. The prom was practically the culmination of all the events of the last two years. After all the waiting, the work and the drudgery, it finally happened: The Class of 1975 graduated! You were a Se- nior! When the time finally came, you didn’t expect it. The excitement was there, but it wasn’t what you expected. At that time, you didn’t realize that you were about to enter the hardest year of your school life. At the end of the strike, you entered Union with your final schedule and a new attitude. After all, this was the year you had waited eleven years for! The years started out with a bang the initiation of new Teenette members. If you thought that was bad, you didn’t know what the rest of the year had in store for you. The rest of 1975 went normally, except for the minor everyday occurrances. But, the Bicentennial year started off with fireworks! There was a play, GET SMART. It should have been entitled THE PLAY THAT WAS NEVER TO BE, for the main reason that it never was. The next activity was the Teenette Formal which was attended by many. Even if you didn’t attend, you were probably busy with the many preparations. After the Formal, “Senioritis” started to hit. You were looking forward to graduation. But, the weeks passed slow- ly. All the tests were getting you down. You were looking forward to the Senior activities. Finally, it was May and time for the Prom. After the Prom came the Senior Exams. It was a hard and gruelling week, but most people made it through. School was out. You were overjoyed! The fun was just beginning. The Senior trip was to Cedar Point, and you ran around there like a fool all day. The next two days were taken up with Commencement and Baccalaureate practice. Those two days made you remember all the fun days at school. The day of Commencement practice was a day you had waited for for a long time. How could you ever forget all the cars that were decorated for the traditional “last ride” around the school? After practice came the real thing. Baccalaureate came and went, and then came Commencement night. Commence- ment ... the last walk down the halls as a student ... the completion of an entire phase of your life. You sat through it, got your diploma, and changed from student to alumnus in a split second. After the emotional upheaval of graduation, you expended your excess energy by dancing all night at the All-Night Party. You were involved with your friends, so it didn’t occur to you that you were out of school, permanently. Undeniably, it was over. So now, you can think back to all the things you did during your stay at Union. There were the big things that the class did as a whole for you to remember, but there were also the small, intimate things that were done to re- member. These things were probably done with a close friend or group of friends. And perhaps, in your mind, these are the most important memories of all.

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Senior Gass Officers: Rob Jolley, Treasurer; Jan Rausch, Vice President; Jim Cliiafullo, President; Renee Magno, Secretary Class Of 1976 Kimberly M. Adams Robert Aeppli Kim Bob festerday. . . We followed Zoday . . . We Cead » Jean Benedict Bean Kimberly Ann Bianchi Kim