A bunch of boys. A bag of Cheetos. Dirt-eating grins. Pranks. Pull the ol’ finger. The little things are what made these guys smile — and wipe their pants with orange-stained Cheeto hands.
Oh, the weekend has arrived … and what better way to celebrate than raising a glass to memories of an old toga party. Remember those?
So, it stands to reason that people in the spirit of summer partying and, well, spirits, may have been of the mind that thoughts of a cool summer meant donning a sheet, a festive wreath and, of course, raising a goblet of something or other to warm times with cool friends … or cool times with warm friends. Whatever way you look at it, this was definitely a classic party moment.
It features a gaggle of RFH Class of 1979 guys.
As the saying goes, “When in Rome …” or Rumson … or Fair Haven … or someone’s basement … or somewhere … get your toga and party on to cool, albeit flush-faced, thoughts.
So, the Retro Pic of the (George) Day is a little toast to these toasty guys with a little retro “Cheers!” worked in.
Hey, it could have been soda they were drinking. Only the goblet knows for sure … and the guys. After all, in all fairness, it was the age of an 18-year-old drinking age. But, of course, that was soda, pop, uh, Kool Aid?
Recognize any of these guys? Know where they were?
— Thanks to George Day for another fabulous moment in RFH time captured!
Once upon a time, in those school days right before summer, when Knollwood School kids gathered on Sportsman’s Field for, well, some Field Day fun, let’s just say it was a bit hard to keep them focused.
Well, it seems that the fine officers at the Rumson PD are not the only ones making deer friends.
We say it every year, and it bears repeating …
Yesterday was Father’s Day.
And, we at Rumson-Fair Haven Retrospect are of the mind that the day is really about much more than flipping a burger and patting a good ol’ dad on the back.
It’s bigger than that. It goes way beyond your own dad’s back yard and a grilling or two.
Growing up in a small-town niche like the Rumson-Fair Haven area carries with it that family tie feeling. Some of us were fortunate enough to have great dads. Some not.
But, what we all somehow did and still do have is a strong kinship to the dads of our towns. Even if we just recall a look, a bellowing chide or a chuckle over some stupid kid thing we did, we remember the dads with whom we grew up.
Now, many of those kids are dads, too, and living where their dads raised them. Perhaps, or likely, finding themselves bellowing the same chidings, trying to impart the same wisdom.
So many of these men were volunteers we saw all over town, characters whose nuances or sayings we remember, or that one poor patient guy who ended up being the poor soul to pick us up when we were stupid enough to get caught hurling eggs and toilet paper on Mischief Night — or something equally as dumb.
Yes, we do and should memorialize our own dads. Believe me, I, for one, am still looking for that money tree my dad told me was in the back yard and that gal named Dumb Dori whom he said I emulated when lacking “street smarts” to a pathetic degree.
Yet, I also vividly remember the calm, “I’m going to kill those idiots” smile on my friend Stephanie’s dad when he picked us up at the police station after following through on a really dumb dare. Then there was the “To tell you the truth, my friend, I don’t know” quote that consistently came out of Daryl’s dad’s mouth as he shook his head in wonderment over our mangled teen logic.
There were those dads for all of us — each leaving his own patriarchal imprint in our juvenile minds. For them we are grateful — for raising us here, for coming together to protect and nurture us and for offering a communal scolding or 100, for loving all their village’s children.
They were part of this community’s foundation — everyone’s founding fathers.
Our Retro Pic (or video) of the Day honors the area’s dads of those days for those reasons and so many more.
We don’t have nearly enough photos to encapsulate all the love and all of the dads, but this is a sufficient sampling to get the message across.
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads in the community who have been there for us and given us lessons and words to live by!
— Photos/courtesy of Rumson, Fair Haven family members via Facebook
The Fair Haven Fire Department Wetdown on Saturday brought a huge community contingent out.
Spring has finally sprung. In fact it’s bloomin’ bouncing into seasonal warmth lately, save for a few bad days this week.
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.
With the thaw of the cranky and closed-in mindset imposed by a heavy dose of spring fever, people tend to get in the mood for a little carefree joy ride to let their hair down, or at least mess it up a bit.
So, the Retro Pics of the (George) Day are dedicated to the good old days of hitting that spring fever pitch with a good ol’ ride in a classic kind of ride, be it a dirt bike, a classic car or a go cart.
In the featured pic, 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.
The other dude and team of monsters are cruising for something. What? No one is exactly sure.
George Day, the RFH yearbook photographer of the time is taking a spin in a go cart.
And whoever those ghouls are … Well, they’re not getting far on that dirt bike in the sunken floor of the RFH Senior Commons.
Know who the monsters are? How about that car in the featured pic? Whose is it? And what are these guys really up to? Anyone know what the most popular car or bike was in the 1970s?
Baby, they were born to ride at RFH — or something like that.
— Elaine Van Develde
Oh, and thanks, once again, to the fabulous George Day for this photographic gem!
Spring has sprung — and bounced back and forth a bit lately.
And with spring fever piping hot, sometimes a student, or anyone else, just feels the urge to close the book on a hectic life and bug out, so to speak. That’s lounging language — sorta.
What better way to practice springing into that lounging mode than by resting on the back of a VW Bug and hoping what’s on the printed page sinks in through osmosis.
So, the Retro Pic of the Day honors that sort of moment in time on a Monday that may have ya down with this shot from the RFH 1975 yearbook.
Know these slackers? Who had the VW bug bug?
Happy Monday …
OK, so the spring weather outside has not been so consistently delightful lately.
So, take a look back to the 1970s when spring fever kicked in enough to get a couple of RFH guys in the mood to put those gloves on and take a little kangaroo hop outside the Junior Lounge, probably on a “free.” They were barely clad in those stylish 70s gym shorts and ready to duke it out — or at least dance around the notion.
Some moments are meant for just lounging … like this persistent foul weather. Yes, lounging, even if those snippets of indoor time at RFH are inside a far less cozy, yet exclusive, special high school nook like the junior, as opposed to upper crust senior, lounge.