It’s baaaaack! So here’s a reprise in honor of the upcoming time-honored sixth grade trip to Stokes State Forrest. Take a trip back with us again. Remember?
It’s that time of the year when Fair Haven schools tradition takes hold and all good Knollwood sixth graders go on their trip to Stokes State Forrest. The buses rolled out of town this morning. Two years ago marked the 50th anniversary of the most wonderful time of the year for those sixth graders. Wow.
Cheers to the spring sun, fun and RFH teen weekend warrior times!
Yes, there’s nothing quite like a toast to warmer times retro RFH style! The spring sun is finally out, things are warming up to a summertime temperature and it’s time for a time honored party — or at least a partying spirit.
That’s just what these RFH boys of the 1970s did, and with frequency. There was no major organization or uniforms involved in their free time ball games. It was just a few RFH guys, a ball, some mitts, bats, topsiders and Adidas instead of cleats, some groovin’ 70s clothes and a lot of fun.
Look … up in the sky … It’s a bird. It’s a flying saucer. It’s a shot put. It’s a discus. And it’s RFH’s Tom Campbell giving it a good airborne throw on the RFH field of RFH Boys Track & Field of the late 1970s.
The sun is shining again and things are warming up, so we’re thinking back to summer days and a bit of a daze from decades way back in Sea Bright. Call it a retro summer day’s capture with many different messages.
You put the coffee on. You called for us when dinner was ready. You held on tight when we needed a hug. You wiped our dirty little faces, sopped up tears and runny noses. You were there, front and center, at many a school open house, game, play, concert and, yes, principal’s office visit.
You welcomed the neighborhood kids as if they were your own. You wrote all those notes to get us out of gym class (because some of us were clods). You shook your heads in disbelief over our antics and yelled our full names like a loving banshee when you were mad. You had our backs. You were just plain there — the unshifting foundation of a community through the years, building a legacy.
Thank you. We remember those who are gone and salute those who carry on …
Science! It was truly poetry in motion at RFH, just like the 1980s song by Thomas Dolby. And, no, no teacher blinded anyone with science at RFH, more like made the students see the subject — and more clearly.