Photos of the six-year milestone are still surfacing. So, to commemorate it, the Retro Pic(s) of the Day offer a look back to parades dating back to the first in 2013. Rumson-Fair Haven Retrospect could not make it this year. But, thousands of snapshots have been taken since the parade’s inception.
Take a glimpse at some of the most memorable moments of the annual March march down East River Road … Your favorite year?
The weather is warming up. People are shedding coats and getting out and about more.
The thaw has started. Call it classic spring fever.
So, the Retro Pic of the (George) Day is dedicated to the good old days of catching a hint of spring fever at RFH.
These guys of the 1970s are hanging outside by what was the Junior Lounge at the high school and they’re looking a little restless.
While we’re not certain, it certainly seems like they are a little antsy and looking to break out of the confines of the school, shed their coats and any inhibitions they actually have left and do the “happy days are here again” dance … or ride … ride into some spring fever-like antics.
There’s no telling what they were actually up to, but it looks like Ray Francis is warming up his car and they’re swinging from the trees.
Whatever it is that they were up to, they were off and springing into a good start, that’s for sure.
Know any of these guys and what they were actually up to? Give it a gander and a guess …
Oh, and thanks, once again, to the fabulous George Day for this photographic gem!
The following was originally posted in 2017 in remembrance of Keith McHeffey. It is being posted again as a reminder that the annual race to honor his memory and help others, The KDM 3-Mile Run, is set for Saturday.
He was raised in both Rumson and Fair Haven. He was an RFH graduate. He was a friend to many. He had a gift for making people laugh and love life. Then he lost his life in the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center in New York City on Sept. 11, 2001. He was Keith McHeffey.
With the sad loss of yet another RFH grad who loved nothing more than catching a wave and good times with great friends, we are reminded that there’s nothing like seizing a surfing moment — even if it’s on sand.
The following was originally posted in May of 2017. It is being re-run in honor of the RFH Daisy Chain girl who passed away recently — Daryl Cooper Ley. In high school social circles, it was considered a popularity status symbol to be chosen for the chain. Daryl wasn’t all too thrilled about it at the time. It had confirmed what her closest friends knew. That she was cool. It was often repeated to her. “I didn’t think so,” was always her answer. Sorry, Dar. We win. Got the last word. You were. RIP, Dar. You are remembered … in our hearts, souls and print, like it or not!
It was considered a privilege and honor. They were chosen from the junior class at RFH to serve as the debutante-like ushers for the graduating class. All dressed in white and supposedly gracefully toting a chain of daisies, the Daisy Chain girls were a fixture of high school finery at graduations in the 1970s.
The origins of the somewhat upper-crust tradition date back to the 1900s, but this Retro Pic of the Day was snapped in 1978.
Our Retro Pic of the (George) Day is a Valentine of sorts.
It takes us back to the stage of the 1975 Freshman Follies when Ward Tietz, class president, got all dolled up with a hula skirt, coconut shell top and a festive cigar to help your own Rumson-Fair Haven Retrospect editor and best friend, since deceased Stephanie DeSesa, do a rendition of South Pacific’s “Honey Bun.”
Considering the regalia, spirit and setting, this one’s a warmer upper on yet another chilly day.
Though, poor Ward Tietz ended up with a very itchy rash from those coconuts. Still, he was a true trooper of a Honey Bun.
Who’s your Honey Bun? Recognize the sailors?
Oh, and many thanks, again, to the fabulous George Day for yet another treasure of a photo.
This Retro Pic of the Day takes us back to a time at Rumson-Fair Haven Regional High School (RFH) when taking a dip in the ocean at the chilliest of winter times was, well, very cool as a Polar Bear Club member. Yes, it was a club back then.