We received an e-mail from Judi Basolo, a '64 Crocker Grad. Judi is pictured with 2 of her South School buddies: Akin Blitz and Bill Schmidt. The three friends are in touch on a regular basis. They are all still working and as she says, they do not have the word "retire" in their vocabulary.
The three friends celebrated their 40th reunion of their Crocker class in 2004 and had 132 attend the fun weekend. To plan their reunion, they began a year in advance. They formed a committee of 4,and using contacts and social networking, they were able to round up almost our entire class. John Coghlin in SF spearheaded the 3 day weekend event. Judi shared with us one of the events from the weekend:
Fun memory from 04-04-04 the Sunday we alumni got a private tour of Crocker ... walked into a class room and we wrote on the black board "The Class of 1964 was here with more, today on 04-04-04."
We asked Judi for one of her fondest memories. She said:
Mr. Fred Schwartz our Principal enters our 7th grade home room where Miss Carol Buono is our teacher. In those days when the Principal entered, someone was in deep trouble! Silence in the room, and behind Mr. Schwartz are my parents and Moe Howard of the 3 Stooges! Moe was our long time family friend and he came to my school to meet and greet my class mates. Needless to say, this was the last class of the day, so my parents (with Moe) were driving me home. Suddenly everybody in 7th and 8th grade were hammering to be my best friends and ride in the car with Moe and me! He did his 'nyuck nyuck nyuck' and had his hair down and had us all in hilarity. When I see former classmates, they always bring that day up.
Finally, she also shared a memorable moment from her Crocker days:
JFK's assassination occurred while I was in Miss Stumbles's PE class in the Gym. It was almost Thanksgiving vacation, we were all sent home within an hour or two and watched our black and white TV's with what was history in the making. I still remember Mr. Schwartz our Principal entering the girl's gym area during my PE class (that meant something wasn't right) and announcing The President had been killed. We were just 13.
If you have any memories from your Crocker days that you'd like to share, please contact us at
alumni@hsf.org
