Showing posts with label 8th grade graduation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 8th grade graduation. Show all posts

Friday, May 29, 2009

On the edge





"There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza - there's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole." I just couldn't stand the thought of Deb (Salza) Gorey's son not being able to see her 8th grade graduation picture.

Here's to you, kid. Hint: she's on the right side....

And, oh - please do not let Vinnie's comb-over escape you! (He's on the left.) That's hysterical, seeing as how he had plenty of hair in that picture. A geriatric fashion statement at the tender age of 14.



Monday, May 25, 2009

And help clear up some confusion, would you?



O.K. - if we all went to two different grammar schools: Halsted St. and Merriam Ave., (clever names, eh?), then why does this 8th grade graduation photo show all of us together and is captioned "Class of 1970, Halsted Street School?" I can clearly recognize some people who went to both schools, so I just can't wrap my little pea brain around this one... (My apologies to the folks who were pictured on either side of this very long, scroll-type photo. My scan-bed won't fit it all on...)