Valley Regional High School - Triad Yearbook (Deep River, CT)

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safari Uzaasuzjy It will be spring. I will rise just as dawn is about to begin, and I will watch the young, maise-colored light slowly change the thin, black silhouettes of newly-bud- ding trees to dancing images, shimmering gold in the fresh spring light of morning. I will walk in the grass, in the dewy, silver spider webs, feeling the coolness between my toes. There will be enough breeze to blow away a frown and enough warmth to counteract the tingling coolness of the breeze. The smell of quiet moisture and damp earth, of thirsty grass and the wet bark of trees, will ride the breeze to make my heart swell with awe and love for everything. The song of twinkling birds will interrupt the quiet of the rustling spring morning. Smiling earthworms will crawl back into their moist, brown habitat to speed the growth of the green in which they take great pride, unknown to humans. I will walk down the path leading to the cathedral of the woods, past the warm, moist, hay- smelling swamp with its last happy peeper sounds and sluggish bullfrog noises. As the night noises quiet, the day noises will begin-with the rise of the eager sun. The intervals of bird song will blend, becoming a con- tinuous symphony. The breeze will become more friendly, but more personal in its whispering. Return- ing to the grass, I will find that its sparkling spider webs have vanished, leaving it only slightly damp. The breeze will smell drier, it will smell of sun-heat and baked clouds. The lavender of the sky will have stolen away to make way for bright new blue, tapering to white at the edges. Before leaving my world of love, beauty, and no care, I will swim in the fresh, still winter- cold pond, letting the water take with it all my winter thoughts, leaving me free to absorb the spring around me-and only the spring. I must not know the winter in the hearts of people-not today. Then I will enter the world of activity. I will float from place to place, unseen, and I will see people laughing-old, withered people smiling-young chil- dren of all races shrieking together with joy at a crocus sprout-round babies cackling at grasshoppers and birds-fuzzy puppies and playful kittens rolling in the grass, not yet knowing that they are enemies-old gray dogs, forgetting their age, joining the children in play. I will see the healing sun of the growing spring day smooth wrinkles from the brows of the worried and the injured, the self-pitying and the grief-stricken. Then I will meet these people among whom I have floated, unseen. I will talk and laugh with them and my heart will lift with those of the children playing in the garden with the beautiful melted earth of spring. i . Time will be of no significance. I will drift away from the happy people and from the sad who have turned happy. I will sit on a cool high rock and let the warming sun bake the memory into me-a memory to recall in cold, unhappy winters. Then I will run to join someone I love-to share the spring joy and the shining day. We will walk barefoot to the beach,' talk- ing and smiling and dreaming, as our feet feel the cool and warm spots in the sand, and the bubbling saltness of the sea-the knowing sea, which knows both sides of the world. We will go to a humming city-no matter where- New York-Paris-San Francisco-or Boston-or Madrid-or an imaginary city. We will watch the busy, hurrying throngs of people slow down as the realiza- tion of spring fills their hearts. The businessman's or the merchant's worries will fade to nothing and his heart will open. He will stop and talk to a stranger of the beautiful day. He will smile at the blind man on the corner and take him for a cup of coffee. The blind man's chilled and starved heart will open to the world, and he will need no eyes. We will see each other's hearts being filled and we will be happier and luckier than we have ever been. Then we will go our own ways and talk to people--all kinds of people, and we will make them understand, without words, how un- important racial and religious differences are and should be. We will then join again and watch all the different lands reach out to each other in friendship, curiosity, and love. We will return to the friendly solitude of the coun- try, and afternoon will turn suddenly black with bulg- ing clouds. The sky will crack and break, and we will walk in a spring thundershower, with the air rumbling and the big drops of cool rain falling with thuds on our heads. Dripping, we will see that the threatening sky has stolen away in time to show the sunset, en- circled by a timid, happy rainbow. There will be no pot of gold, but the thin, yellow crescent moon will take its place. Seeing the roof of the world turn lavender-gray once more, and watching the twinkling stars laugh through the night blanket of sky, will seal this joyful, lifting day with a night of peace. A whippoorwill in the dis- tance and a hoot owl will warn us that the world now belongs to them that humans must abandon it and leave-to hold in their hearts forever the beautiful memory of this abstract day which paints the happiness in hearts and the good side of every day. JUDY GODDARD

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HA s we look back on our journey down the long but exciting river we see . . . N O U 9 7th Grade-Remember the bus rides we took from Essex to Chester? Those banana peels surely did fly! We also had a dance at which the boys sat on one side of the room and the girls on the other. Maybe the boys didn't know how to dance- or maybe they didn't know what they know today but anyway, times sure have changed! 8th Grade-Coming into a new building like Regional was an unforgetable experience. We didn't know which way to turn . . . everything looked so big! 9th Grade-Our Freshman Frolic was a tremendous social success Cbut a financial flopj. Our big Civics project . . . Clean up the town's sewage! 10th Grade-Don't forget our Sophomore Hop and the lop-sided heart and Mr. Mack's vigorous assist- ance in cleaning up! . . . oh yes, our secret snacks in Biology class! 11th Grade-The song My Blue Heaven will bring back memories of the fun we had at our junior Prom . . . We made line Guinea pigs for the experimental Hislish classg it was fun CFD especially our trip to Sturbridge Village. The highlight of our athletic season was the winning of the soccer chapionship . . . The gates from the Prom proved useful in our decorating for the Seniors' Reception- Garden In The Moonlight. 12th Grade-September: The sudden overwhelming responsibility of being Seniors! Our feelings were mixed with confusion, anticipation, and new resolu- tions . . . We were fortunate to have Ali Quli, an exchange student from Pakistan, as a member of our class. Our first big event of the year was the maga- zine campaign in which we raised money for our class trip . . . We had an exciting trip to the United Nations Building in New York . . . holding Record Hops not only made money for us but also brought many of the shoreline schools closer together. Our Christmas Dance brought many of the alumni back for a brief visit . . . and you could hear the many seniors groan as work began on the research papers . . . soon spring arrived and were all anxious about our coming trip to Washington, DC .... then the Senior Reception . . . our last formal of the year . . . and JUNE 17TH, GRADUATION DAY!!! -la-

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