Margaret Roemer:
CLASS OF 1969
Lebanon High SchoolClass of 1969
Lebanon, PA
John Harris High SchoolClass of 1969
Harrisburg, PA
Montrose High SchoolClass of 1969
Montrose, PA
Susquehanna Valley High SchoolClass of 1967
Conklin, NY
Susquehanna Valley Junior High SchoolClass of 1965
Conklin, NY
Margaret's Story
Life
My Pets
There are people in my past that I still think of. I am grateful to these people who left thier mark on my memory.
My kindergarten class at the fire station. I look at our pictures and can still name almost everyone there. My neighborhood playmates and thier parents who practiced the idea of "it takes a village to raise a child."
The games of Lemonaid-what's your trade; and the "gorrillias and birdies" played late into the summer evening . Carringing a salt shaker to eat fruit from every neighbors trees: green pears, red cherries, hard peaches, blueberries and blackberrys from the woods. Looking back, it might seem as if we were feral.
Staying in doors was a punishment.
Even in kindergarten, I kew what it felt like to love someone for years, knowing he loved my best friend.
Then after grade school, having a secret crush on the boy who was always next to me in the alphabet lineup but dated the principals daughter.
The beginning highschool another secret love for the boy who made me feel like a girl, instead of a tomboy. My first slow dance, my first champion, my friend, my hero. I knew he was out of my league and out of respect for his "coolness" I never addressed him around the "popular" kids. I could not wait until school was out for the summer. Away from peer pressure we could be friends, riding the old indian paths to his side of the park looking for stuff to do. He even protected me from the advances of his older brother.
People say that children forget thier "puppy" love. But I know its not true. I show my son old school pictures and next to me is his namesake from 30 years ago.
Then, my best girlfiends. My first turned out to be a daughter of my mom's friend. Again, highschool segragated the cool from the "underprivilaged". Being "unique" I was discovered by another tomboy who
was always pulling some caper. I was chased through the sno...Expand for more
w on horse back in the dead of winter, hidden on the stage auditorium wrapped up in a curtian during a school essembly while trying to sneak back into school ect. ect. ect. When I met her, I was so quiet and shy. Knowing her gave me the strenght to hold my own in the Airforce.
Goodbye New York and hello to the sticks in PA. and the egg smashed on my head in the barn, to the priests on the lake, the boy on the bus whose poem to me (I still have) and the 2 boys who took the rap when I wrecked the dad's car driving up a tree on that muddy road. I was almost cool-maybe because I was new? How could I imagine that the championship basket-ball game with the team from Harriburg was an omen. My mom threw us the best house party with a band that anyone ever seen at that school-and then she pulled us out.
Because we were not catholic and very poor we had to go to the city school. All that fear for nothing. The riots never happened and I became politically aware. (the word I perfer instead of hippy) Somehow, I found a drama queen who became my best friend. Again, someone to stay in trouble with. But mom knows best, and its another highschool.
Labled as a troublemaker before I even registered for this school, hated by the kids and teachers, I stood my ground and my ideals. As worldly as I seemed, I did not know "squat" and was thrown out for being pregnent just before graduation. While all my friends went to college, I was repeating my senior year. Here I met another rebel / independant thinker. She was a smoker, a toker and one of my prom dates. (the other-my sister)
So, my classmates are from several schools. Each adding to my personality something special. I do not want to list them by name. Perhaps I was not as important to them as they are to me. There are others I have not thanked for sharing thier lives with me. It is not that I don't remember you, I do. So, to all of you, Thank you. M.
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