A classic reprise … just because we’re all about playing that field at RFH. Did they need drive? Well, they had it here in the most classic ’70s form ...
Fall is football time. And when the home game is over and the coldest of cold snaps hits, it’s bundle-up-and-ride-with-it-time. After all, sometimes it’s not all about the game for spirited RFHers.
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With the start of RFH Boys Basketball season coming and a memorial mass set for Saturday to honor a past iconic coach, Tom Botti (left), thoughts have turned back to the high school’s teams of yesteryear.
A reprise (originally posted on March 15, 2017, in honor of RFH gym teacher Lynn Broten, who recently passed away …
With the sting of the first fall frost and longing for that breath of warm fresh air, thoughts turn to days spent in the young teen sweat-infused gym at RFH. Oh, the ritual of that mandatory indoor exercise.
Ahhh, memories. More like a little PTSD remembrance of the torture the class was for some — especially when stuck inside. When you’re not an athlete and, for that matter, can barely volley a ball (and I mean barely), gym class day was the day of trying to get some sort of note of excuse from your mom to get you out of the embarrassment. Forgery became a talent. Though some moms could feel the uncoordinated kids’ pain and easily relented with prompt penning.
Let the sun shine! There have been some sun shiny fall days lately, and today is no exception. 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.
A reprise of an RFH classic from 2016, just because it’s that time again …
Election Day is here.
And, as usual, political season has been in full swing in more ways than one — punches are being thrown in all directions.
It’s why they call it silly season. But, let’s take the focus off the national and local politics of today and step back in time to the 1970s and politics as it was with RFH students and teachers.
Continue reading Retro RFH Political Clubbing
A reprise from 2017, just because … BOO!
Scary season has set in … in more ways than one.
People in the Rumson-Fair Haven area have been haunting up their homes, crafting costumes and getting into the spirit. So, why not add a little extra retro spooking from RFH students of the past?
BOO who or what? It was all in the haunt for RFHers back in the 1970s. They started getting the Halloween party going early on and ended up with a pretty festive feast of ghouls on the grounds of the high school and, yes, beyond.
A Halloween reprise, just because it’s an all-time favorite photo of costumed Rumson besties …
Are you a good witch or a bad witch? Which witch is which? Either way, or both, the rain never falls on some of the best of times between best buddies. And it all starts when they’re growing up together like these two little witches with lots of magical moments ahead.
Well, rainy Halloween week’s days like today and hangin’ in the Senior Commons at RFH were just about as cool as The Carpenters’ hit Rainy Days and Mondays song in the 1970s. It didn’t have to be on Monday, though. And nothing got RFHers down when it came to Halloween fun and lounging. The fun just stayed inside and all RFH cozy-like.
Let’s face it. It’s not every day that you get the chance to grab a bite of good ol’ RFH cafeteria grub — or a little scary costumed sustenance, let’s say.
It’s also not every day that you get the chance to “cop a squat” in the RFH senior lounge to ingest the spirit, or spirits, of the day in the company of Harpo and Groucho Marx.
Reprise … Just because it’s that time of the year and it’s a classic shot …
Some bunny got dressed for RFH Halloween 1977 — or a few bunnies and other assorted suspicious characters, that is.
The Halloween spirit was in the air, that’s for sure. And this senior gaggle of girls embodied it. From controversial, yet timely and popular, Playboy bunny costumes, to Raggedy Ann, a ghost, a cat, a gypsy and whatever else, they were parading and pleased with their choices.
Then they benched themselves for a little haunting respite and pose. But, surely, knowing this crew, there was some mischievous haunting to come. They weren’t done.
The following opinion piece on Halloween through the generations in Fair Haven was originally published in 2015. It is reprised annually …
The Fair Haven Halloween Parade passed by last weekend. Missed it! But, as always, this senior-aged (OUCH) kid from Fair Haven has some parading memories on which to reflect. Remember this scene?
It’s a longstanding tradition — the Fair Haven Halloween Parade.
I remember it well — from my first parade trek back in the late 1960s to the ’70s, 80s, 90s and now.
It all started at age 7 with a wish to be Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. I’ve noticed a few in more recent years and the green-eyed jealousy monster of a near senior has reared its head. But I digress … That little dress-up fantasy of the 60s of mine was foiled when my mother couldn’t get the gingham outfit together, my pigtails were not so poised for the silver screen look and my sister refused to crawl down Hance Road as Toto.
I guess it was bad enough that from the age of 3, she was forced by this pint-sized dominatrix 5-year-old Dorothy to crawl on a makeshift Funk and Wagnall’s encyclopedia Yellow Brick Road to Oz in the living room. The neighbors never quite got over it, either.
They were on the hunt for a great time filled with tradition. That was the crew of ’78 on this very day, Oct. 22, 47 years ago, on that infamous Hippie Hill on the Haskell Estate in Middletown, where The Hunt was held annually back in the day. Remember? We do.
It’s elementary … Halloween haunting in the classroom.
Here they are — a group of ghosts, ghouls and other Halloween friends in Fair Haven’s Knollwood School in the 1990s.
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