Submitted by Name: dave voigtsberger From: kerbaugh st then, port st lucie, fl now E-mail: email@example.com
Comments: Funny thing, I woke up this am, thinking about the words to the old hymn, Hibernia's champion. After I ate breakfast and was ready for the day, I came on line and looked it up on Google. I still had all the words correct. I also remember the dy my voice cracked and I started the spiral from boy soprano to boy bullfrog. My kida tell me that is what I still sound like. Ah well, I'm a survivor. Will be up to the magic 82 year old mark in a couple of months.
Comments: Hey Betty & Dolores; Playing catch up here. Betty, I loved your egg nog story. I bet that was the happiest Sunday you ever had, after the oatmeal. Did you have seconds? And Dolores; I mentioned that "Happy Helen" was my least favorite Nun. Why, you may ask? She caught me chewing gum in class and made me wear it on the end of my nose for the rest of the day. Real classy (excuse the pun)! OBIE
Comments: Hi O"bie, I had the same nun's you had, but I am from 53"along with Bob Gavin. I can remember the long playground we had to play in, jumping over our school bags, the wall we climb to look in the funeral home window, and the nun's would make us stand near the school wall in silents HAY Bob and Ed, I am still in FL, one day I will come up to see you all at you weekly meetings.
Comments: Now that it is the Easter season,I will share a story with you. Some of you know my Grandfather had a bar on Bott St. Eastertime he would make Egg Nog. Of course being a bar it was not just eggs, milk and nutmeg. it had an extra punch. Saturday night my Father would bring the left over home. He would put it in milk bottles. He would cover the lid with wax paper. We knew that was the egg nog and not the milk. Our Grandmother made us breakfast. When we were eating, we said Nanny, what did you put in the oatmeal? That Easter morning was the best Oatmeal we ever had.
Comments: Just found out about the passing of Joe Tiborino from the SSS class of 52. Joe was a good guy who always had a smile regardless of the situation.He guided me along as a new altar boy (no easy task). Joe went on to become an artist of some note and a lot of his art is on display in several galleries in center city.