So...what happened to you, Richard?
Where did you go, what did you accomplish?
What did you do with your one precious life?
Doesn't anyone remember you?
I know you were adopted. I know you felt that a secret you needed to protect. We were so easily bruised in those days by the opinions of others.
You invited me to my first junior high prom (My daughter later used that dress for dress up. It was blue with white raised flowers. I remember stuffing my bra to give the illusion of breasts I didn't have, spending half my time in the bathroom recreating them). You asked me out another time and I wore Barbi Spector's red dress. Oh, I thought I looked hot. Funny, how one remembers an outfit from all those years ago... I can't remember the movie we saw from the Realto theater balcony. Summer Place?...I remember that music.
Wern't your family members of the Congregational Church? Most of us went there. I recall you were part of a crew who used our Easter vacation to restore a Native American church out on some desolate acreage, painting, scraping, hauling away trash, the kind of thing high school church groups do to "widen their horizons". So you did that.
Then, later, I heard you were selling encyclopedias. If I write this here, surely that's not all your story. I'm posting this so that someone who really knew you will tell who you were, remember something about that teenager I once knew, not well, but since you were once vetted by my father, enough to hope that boy's story will be retold here.
Anyone?
Susan... Prior to when we graduated Rich told me in Mr. Hartsough's class that he had joined the Navy and was to report the day after graduation. I have never heard any more since that time. That was during the VietNam war so no telling what became of him when you consider how bad alot of our fellas were treated when they returned.
Susan Cowper (1961)
So...what happened to you, Richard?
Where did you go, what did you accomplish?
What did you do with your one precious life?
Doesn't anyone remember you?
I know you were adopted. I know you felt that a secret you needed to protect. We were so easily bruised in those days by the opinions of others.
You invited me to my first junior high prom (My daughter later used that dress for dress up. It was blue with white raised flowers. I remember stuffing my bra to give the illusion of breasts I didn't have, spending half my time in the bathroom recreating them). You asked me out another time and I wore Barbi Spector's red dress. Oh, I thought I looked hot. Funny, how one remembers an outfit from all those years ago... I can't remember the movie we saw from the Realto theater balcony. Summer Place?...I remember that music.
Wern't your family members of the Congregational Church? Most of us went there. I recall you were part of a crew who used our Easter vacation to restore a Native American church out on some desolate acreage, painting, scraping, hauling away trash, the kind of thing high school church groups do to "widen their horizons". So you did that.
Then, later, I heard you were selling encyclopedias. If I write this here, surely that's not all your story. I'm posting this so that someone who really knew you will tell who you were, remember something about that teenager I once knew, not well, but since you were once vetted by my father, enough to hope that boy's story will be retold here.
Anyone?
Jeanne Vallereux (Lee) (1961)
Susan... Prior to when we graduated Rich told me in Mr. Hartsough's class that he had joined the Navy and was to report the day after graduation. I have never heard any more since that time. That was during the VietNam war so no telling what became of him when you consider how bad alot of our fellas were treated when they returned.