"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.
Showing posts with label 8th grade graduation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 8th grade graduation. Show all posts
Friday, May 29, 2009
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...)
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