“Hey, purple! Hey, white! You look so good to me! Hey, hey, hey, hey …”
Well, the time is drawing nearer for classmates and clowns alike from the RFH Class of ’78 to be reunited at their 40th (ouch) reunion.
The class was known as a particularly friendly, fun bunch. Studious, too. Hmmmm …
Continue reading Outtake: Retro Cheer for a Class of ’78 40th Reunion
As the unofficial start of summer approaches, thoughts turn to beachy sorts of antics among pals — RFH pals, specifically. Call it something to sing and dance about — center stage.
As Police Week comes to a close, we take a look back what now symbolizes the ride into the week of honor and remembrance.
The Police Unity Tour, known as the “ride for those who died” reached its Washington D.C. culminating destination at the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial on May 12.
Finally! The warmth of spring is in full bloom. And there’s nothing like parking yourself on a sunny spot on the grass and read a book or study — or something like that.
With RFH Boys Basketball just scoring big with its second state championship, thoughts have turned back to the high school’s teams of yesteryear.
Well, March has arrived, and baseball season will soon be sliding into its RFH home base. The RFH calendar, in fact shows that the there are two home varsity games on the calendar for March 10.
So, it stands to reason that the Retro Pic of the (George) Day should take a closer look back, from another vantage point, of a 1970s RFH game — the dugout.
Two days of sunshine and warmth in winter. The little respite was enough to get everyone daydreaming about a favorite jaunt back our RFH days.
This group of RFHers set out on their own adventure to Great Adventure decades ago.
It was just one of those days — when fair weather and good friends cured these antsy souls.
Take a gander at the second part of this photo journal.
Recognize anyone? Your favorite getaway when the weather gave way to spring or summer fever?
It’s a given. Dismal weather makes confined teens antsy. And the dismal weather doldrums of late have given way to aspirations of a simple romp in the sunshine — or something less corny and way cooler than that.
There’s been a promise these days of sun after a run of rain and soppy snow. So, when there’s a hint of a peek of sunshine and higher temperatures, all good RFHers have always had the spirit of adventure to venture out … far out.
Back in the late 1970s, this crew got the itch to hit the road and sun and literally get to a Great Adventure. Nothing like springing a bunch of RFHers in a spring fever pitch.
They even romped a bit in the fountain … not that we’d encourage anyone to get carried away or take a leap …
So, with February, not quite spring or summer, busting out all over we pay homage to sunny days and the free spirit that comes with them, not to mention the ridding of foul weather ants in the pants.
The fun had here was pretty pure.
What was your favorite RFH teen adventure? Recognize anyone?
It was the first yearbook for RFH — technically Rumson High School. The year was 1935. The book was called The Rumsonian.
Well, scary season is upon us. I’m not talking about politics, I’m talking about Halloween.
RFHers have been celebrating Halloween for decades. It’s a tradition.
Today was the RFH Halloween parade, which is in the halls, on the grounds and sometimes spilling elsewhere.
So, the Retro Pic of the (George) Day honors the RFH Halloween parade with a look back on one in the 1970s.
Recognize any of these guys and ghouls?
Thanks to George Day for this haunting look back at Halloween RFH style!
Photo/RFH reunion slideshow screenshot
So, at last retro view of The Hunt, RFHers were making their way onto the grounds of the Amory Haskell estate in the late 1970s or early 80s with lots supplies and spirit (or spirits) in tow.
Photo/courtesy of Hetty Tegen
The Hunt. The Hunt. It was the annual October social gathering of the century in Monmouth County — from 1932 until 1996.
The Hunt, really the Haskell Hunt or Monmouth County Hunt Race Meet. It was where all good Rumson-Fair Haven area hob-knobbers, uppercrusters and hill voyeurs of the famously elite lifestyle gathered on the Amory Haskell Estate in Middletown, pretended to watch horses race and chase a fox, clinked crystal champagne flutes, donned designer duds, and sometimes did a little tipsy debutante tumble in the mud — all in good company. And there were many cheers to the festivity of it all!
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