Newton North High School
Class of 1965
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Always forgot we are a day apart
Soort I missed this...actually forgot my pswd couldn't log until now BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY Harv, I figure we have at least 15 more to go
I knew Sam before he was Sam. I knew him first as Gregory (Greg). He lived across Freeman St. from me. Always had a big laugh with him at NHS reunions. We had the same sense of humor (Auburndale caustic). Smile
Wishin' you the happiest of birthdays! <3
Happy Birthday! A little early, but at my age I may forget in 15 minutes. Smile, Nicky
Happy Birthday Cindy a friend I could always count on
I am saddened to hear the news of this talented friend's death. I grew up with Robin and shared many loving days with him and his family on Derby St, the McNamara home in West Newton.
Then and now: As teenagers, we loved cars, friends, outdoor activities and especially parties. The McNamara family threw a surprise 16th birthday party for me in February of 1963. It brought me to tears of joy. The love of this family was amazing. Robin always liked being in the limelight. In our junoir and senoir years, I saw less of him, but not of his family, including his younger brother and friend Kevin. We had lots of fun together - all of us.
After high school graduation, Robin's career on one hand, and the war with Vietnam on the other, pulled Kevin and I to military service and far away from the family we both loved. That love was palpable on Christmas reunions decades later when I saw Robin over the years. He cared about people, but most of all, his family. Love, his and theirs, is the greatest I've ever known - fueling my will to live, and that love will never die. I will miss him as a brother. Robin flew on a wild horse, touched the sky and all the people he knew.
RIDE A WILD HORSE, by Hannah Kahn
Ride a wild horse with purple wings striped yellow and black except his head which must be red. Ride a wild horse against the sky — hold tight to his wings before you die whatever else you leave undone once ride a wild horse into the sun.
Peter, happy birthday to you from a voice from your past. Best wishes, go Sox and go easy. Rick Howland
When I think of Lana Summers, I picture a beautiful, quite shorter than I, streaked hair, long nailed teenager. I see her with her besties Cathy Nutting, and Arlene Rittenberg. I see her at Raynace functions.And, I picture us all in her bedroom near Newton Center in the beautiful house up the hill.
Oh, to be back in that time, with all of our futures ahead. Rest in peace, Lana.