A reprise to warm hearts as the sun comes out and spring is on the horizon …
Spring is coming, folks. The weather is warming up. Sort of. People are shedding coats for sweaters and getting out and about a little more each day.
The sun has been peering brightly, albeit with a sting in the air. Call it classic spring fever. Thoughts of sunny, warm, spring-is-almost-in-the-air antics are racing through minds, especially those of high schoolers.
With the first hint of spring in the air today, you could say that these RFH guys caught the spring bug — and soaked it and its sunny vibe right up!
‘Tis the season for an appropriate reprise …
Yes, it’s been a stellar RFH football season. And while the games aren’t always home, those bleachers at Borden Stadium have always been and are still quite sacred — for cheering on the teams and just plain hangin’ out, game or not.
In the spirit of all things sporty and sportsmanlike, everyone knows that RFHers are pretty serious about their good bleacher times.
Our annual Halloween reprise!
Halloween is here.
So, the Retro Pic of the (George) Day is, well, several pics in a slideshow of none other than those fabulously fun RFH students of the Class of ’78!
So, here’s to the retro spirit of haunting from a classic RFH gaggle of ghouls!
Can you guess which is your R-FH Retro publisher/founding editor?
And, thanks to the fabulous George Day for these spectacular shots! Be sure to click on the video and click the right corner to enlarge! Enjoy, trick-or-treaters!
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There’s nothing like playing dress-up and drive-by for Halloween at RFH.
In the 1970s, students really got ghostly and festive with it all. Costumes were creative. Though, given the era, it was hard to tell if a few were actually costumes or just the outfit of the day. Ah, but, of course these girls were “disguised” as those ’60s, not ’70s, hippies.
Continue reading Retro RFH Preppie Hippie Halloweening
Yes, it’s soccer season at RFH.
The calendar is flush with practice and games.
Yes, football season has kicked into high gear at RFH, so let’s take a moment to tackle this handsome team of players of an unknown year as well as the issue of name and uniform style.
Is it all in a name or uniform? Certainly not. It’s all about the game and how it’s played, of course. But, there are some quirks worth taking the ball and running with for a bit. No harm, no fumble. Just fun.
Call it skating into fall and falling for a good skateboarding trick.
A classic reprise originally posted in 2017 and now reprised every year in celebration of that ever so priceless school picture day. This one takes us back to a Fair Haven kindergarten class of 1955 at Knollwood School. At one time or another, three different schools housed kindergarten classes in Fair Haven. The pictures? Well, there was always that group shot, no matter where, that captured some priceless looks, fashion and hairdos.
School bells are ringing. Class is in session. Back-to-school mode is still kicking in. Back-to-school nights have welcomed parents back to the school halls. And, for some, it’s about taking a walk back to their own school days in the same place — like Knollwood School.
They made a splash! That’s for sure! There’s nothing cooler than chillin’ RFH dudes taking a summer-mandatory dive, or 1,000, into the ocean and making a little mischief in Sea Bright.
A reprise … because on hot summer days everyone needs to take a trip back to the coolest of Rumson Dock days of the late 1950s in honor of summertime in the Rumson-Fair Haven area …
You’ve seen the girl from the Rumson Dock. And, behind every good postcard-famed dock girl, there’s a gang — of dedicated dock dwellers.
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale … about an eight-hour tour, or hundreds, on the river in Rumson.
The part about this typical eight-hour tour in Rumson that doesn’t jibe with the three-hour tour Gilligan’s Island folks is that the kids on these “tours” sailed right into a marooning of their own making on what’s known as Starvation Island, just minutes from home. Who knew or cared, though? No one except the jolly river adventurers.
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