Do you remember???
School again:

Lining up 2x2 to get inside after recess..Girls used the door on the left as you faced the building, and boys on the right side-teachers in the middle.
Asking teacher's permission to "go to the basement".Years ago, one of my neighbour's younger daughter's told my sister about an incident where a lad in her class- I don't know who he was- "went to the basement in his pants".
If he's reading this-sorry for bringing up bad memories.

The school had one soccer ball, which we had to share with at least 2 classes. We'd take turns day -about.

Secord would allow the Gr 12 boys to smoke in the boiler room.

One of my academic achievements(and possibly the only one) was the time Terry and I shared a $5 prize for the highest mark in History. You know, History-the study of, not a world record mark. Maybe that was Gr 8.

And in Gr 4, I believe it was, a few of us whose voice hadn't changed yet were coherced into singing a solo. That was traumatic. Fred Doyle and I shared the same mark at the Music Festival in St.Andrews singing about a little, tiny ,fiddle.It was another milestone for me. We scored 79 which was the lowest mark ever bestowed. It wasn't too long after that, my voice turned into a crow's. (Read on-David will attest
to that)

Also, the Friday afternoon skits the classes took turns putting on. That was my opportunity to "jig school", 'till Flo fetched me up.

The only daytime radio station it seemed was CFNB in F'ton. I can still hear Jack Fenety and "Facts and Fancy" and "Laura Limited, Good Morning, the Breakfast Club and an odd one "John and Marsha". I think a narrator would relate the plot, then these 2 people would, just by saying each others names with varying degrees of emotion, try to live the plot. Imagine if you wil, a radio show that goes like this......
John..Marsha   John.......Marsha   John?...Marsha?    John!...Marsha!!
and so on, ad nauseum.

The Sunday night radio shows were better. Our Miss Brooks, Jack Benny, Red Skelton, The Great Guildersleeve, Ozzie and Harriet, etc.

In '58, the kids from the junior classes would ask for a signed picture of the grads. One girl asked me for one, so I passed it to her. But she wanted it signed. Now she was a neighbour living by the Customs Office, and I should have known her name-but I wasn't functioning, so I
thought I'd bluff and ask her how to spell her name.
She said R-O-S-E. .. , and probably wondering to this day how I made it that far.

David wrote;
Hi guys;
1. Roger and I used to ride all the way to Seth Clarks store outside Calais to see shadows in the snow on TV from Bangor, through the store window.
2.I think Grade 3 was Miss Sheehan??
3.Grade 5 was Miss Genieve Senna?? or I have these 2 reversed. Nancy will sort us out.
4.Grade 7 was Dot again and Grade 8 was Miss Sharp.
5. Grade 9 was Carl Glenn or is that who Wing Ding was? I can't imagine Lloyd calling him that.
6.I remember him wacking you in the head, but I seem to remember you retialiating twofold, and removing all of your books from the desk and leaving.Saying I won't give the bastard the satisfaction of expelling me.
7. Remember lining up and holding hands to come in the boys door at school. Remember we could use the teachers door on dance nights. I don't think I ever used the girls door. I do recall using the window and the coal ash pile on occassion.
8. I say Prof. Peterson was the music teacher before Mrs. Frazee. Remember he had a glass eye from the Halifax Explosion.Lloyd wouldn't remember because he was always singing with the crows, while I on the other hand was always with the bluebirds. I have heard him sing in messdecks and the Seagull club and believe me his singing never improved.
How many have I got wrong???
bye for now,
David Rushton of Naval fame.

Roger Henry wrote:
I really enjoyed reading the remembrances written by you and Dan. I remembered most of them after reading but do not think I could have dragged them out of my mind without your assistance!! We did live sheltered live back then !!

Dan wrote:
Lloyd,
Remembering your words about RC's and meatless Fridays, you might also remember 4 o'clock confessions every second Saturday afternoon, in the vestry with Fr. O'Brien staring you down from behing the screen as you mustered up the courage to fess up to those things you shouldn't have done. I don't know about others but he could sure put the fear into you. I thought that after George Casey had built the confessional at the back, fessing up would then be a little easier, but he seemed to always recognize the voice. 
Lets keep these rememberies coming
Dan  

Lloyd,  Some memories from Dave Williams--------Nita

Remember the old Milltown wooden bridge beside where the new one was built ?
You knew every Customs Officer on both sides and they knew who you were.
Being sent back over to the American side to buy beer for the Customs Officer or he would take yours.
Huck Thurston buying an ice cream and eating it on the steps of the Post Office and you could set your watch by it as it happened at the exact same time everyday winter or summer.

Sliding behind the bus by grabbing the bumper and go to the Catholic Church or the Union Bridge. Used to wear out the treads pretty good on the boots and you never thought to say 'boy they don't make rubber boots like they use to.

The town bell would ring at the Fire Station and somebody would go up to the corner at Peck's so they could tell the Milltown Maine fire truck which way  to go.

The respect we all had for John Monaghan.

Jackie Kerr jumping off the box cars at the trestle with nothing on but a smile --------David

Leo wrote:
Hi Lloyd,Thanks for the "memories"

I clearly remember the Sunset for their 3in a row ice creams.
I believe that our Grade 9 teacher was Carl Glenn and I
think we had Gordon Coffey for principal one year.
George Secord died a year or 2 ago. he was in the Sussex area.
  
Nita wrote:
I went to Edith Sharp's 100th Birthday Party and asked her if she could remember a lot of her students. She said she could recall a lot of them and looked me straight in the eye and said" I remember the bad ones especially ".You got to love somebody that honest.