Anne Stanfield:
CLASS OF 1967
Rogers High SchoolClass of 1967
Newport, RI
Radford UniversityClass of 1970
Radford, VA
Annandale High SchoolClass of 1967
Annandale, VA
H. B. Plant High SchoolClass of 1967
Tampa, FL
Academy of the Little FlowerClass of 1967
San luis rey, CA
Anne's Story
This year is a big reunion year... am happy to hear from folks,, to dissect, with humor and horror the time that we were together and how youth was the best of what we had....
ok.. MY FIRST high school was Annandale. I wore white short socks the first day and realized that I had made a serious mistake and shown myself to be oblivious to growing up.
I was sorry that I had not known better, to wear weejuns without socks... but I didnt and didnt have any weejuns anyway.
I was an "also ran".. happy in the back of the pictures... .. abashedly boasted that I batted 1000 on the soft ball team for the season.. as I had only been let go to bat one time.. and actually hit the ball.
I won't be at the ruining but have found memories of many of you there... and would love to hear and see pictures.
I was a nerd.. invented little people who I told stories about and played the accordion.
There is no way to tell you how important my year in Newport was. It left a lasting and fond impression..
I sometimes tip toe back there.. and each time sit at the Creamery and smile and think of my trips back to the festivals and to commune with the star fish......I come up to New England each fall to participate in a music conference and am flummoxed by not finding the ferry terminal from Jamestown... and that La Forge looks pretty fancy.
To me, it was ...Expand for more
a rare year, when things lined up. Playing Ukranian folk songs in the orchestra, going to Janes bakery, walking back and forth to Fort Adams, have a drawing place in a doodle contest in the school newspaper... all the trappings of potential high school success.. There, I was kissed by a boy, who later, with great aplomb broke my heart..... repeatedlly... I learned to love science in Mr. Christians science class.
I remember a nice group of kids! 'They' had each other and seemed to know it and thrive..but were welcoming.. or at least trying to be open to us military flotsam washing onto their shore..I loved what I learned from you. You had a good thing going there, you Newport folk. Perhaps you still do !
In Tampa, at HB Plant... I suffered. The first day or school, I wore my cool sandals with ankle straps that I had bought in Provincetown.. again arranging to publically announce myself as out of step with dress code and to alienate me from most of the school.. I never (to keep the metaphor alive) got my footing at PLANT.
I was sad...I played my guitar I ate and ate and effectively set myself up as a target for jibes and bullying...I came to discover the power of folk singing, drugs and potential hippidom.
Things got better.. they often do...
but it always is great to have a chance to share a story and to hear others do the same.
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