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 …
A Rumson Deane-Porter field trip to the beach with favorite teachers Photo/Cindy Crowley
A must of a reprise from 2020 in honor of Teacher Appreciation Week …
There’s nothing like some fine elementary school teaching moments … at the beach … with ice cream … and cool teachers sporting cat-eye sunglasses and pedal pushers.
Let the sun shine! The clouds have cleared this week for a good shining. And back in the 1970s at RFH, busting out of the hallowed halls was the thing to do when the fiery orb reared its rays in the sky.
Sing it! Row that boat ashore, Michael, Mary, Karen, Lynn, and whoever else has an oar. And, whatever you do, don’t rain on their parade! You couldn’t if you tried.
If there was ever a perfect night for a classic pre-teen sleepover, tonight might just be the night. It’s all about drizzly dampness made toasty with a little help from friends.
RFHers of the 1970s out on the town Photo/courtesy of David Marx
Another Saturday night and he’s got his buddies. And some sunshine. That’s how the RFH ball, or prom, or just plain dressed-up night or day out rolled back in the 1970s.
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