OLG School |
But in my suburban Catholic parish where I
attended school for 8 years, the kids mostly enjoyed a carefree life without too many worries. Oh sure, we worried about keeping our grades up, and worried that the Catholic sisters at school wouldn't single us out for laughing and talking in church (one of my childhood sins disclosed during my weekly trip to the confessional). Not only would I receive a penance from confession, but sometimes the laughing and talking in church would result in 10 whacks with a ruler to the back of the hands when I returned to the classroom.
attended school for 8 years, the kids mostly enjoyed a carefree life without too many worries. Oh sure, we worried about keeping our grades up, and worried that the Catholic sisters at school wouldn't single us out for laughing and talking in church (one of my childhood sins disclosed during my weekly trip to the confessional). Not only would I receive a penance from confession, but sometimes the laughing and talking in church would result in 10 whacks with a ruler to the back of the hands when I returned to the classroom.
Each classroom held 50 kids, and each class had 3 rooms. That was 150 kids in each grade. That shows how big the school was in our
little neighborhood.
Ahhh, life was fine for us 10 years-olds in the 60s. We played outside every chance we'd get. Bikes were strewn across lawns and driveways. That
was how you knew where everyone was hanging out. The streets were full of life. Most kids came from pretty big families (at
least by today's standards). My best
friend and neighbor had 6 siblings, and I came from a family with 9
siblings.
There was never a time when we
were without our friends. Didn't use the
phone too much at 10 years old. All we
had to do was go outside, slip to almost any neighbor (north, south, east or
west), go to the back door (always the back door), and sing out,
Joooooyce! Or Suuuuuzie! Or Cinnnnndy!
Knocking or ringing the bell never entered our minds. That was too grown
up for us. Matter of fact, I remember the
first time my older brother's friend came knocking...yes, actually KNOCKING on
the door! Wow, I thought, he's getting
older and must be soooo cool.
At 10, we were just noticing our classmates. We could sort out the studious from the
not-so-studious, the cool kids from the not-so-cool kids (me), the comedians
from the serious, and the popular kids from the not-so-popular kids.
The years went by and then, in 1964, my cIassmates and I were
now 14 and the coolest class in school for the simple fact that we were now the
OLDEST kids in school (cool by default?).
By now we all figured out who was the most popular, most cool, and the smartest...at least by 14-year-old-standards. Although I didn't fall into any of those categories (I would be 16 before I actually blossomed), I was well aware of what or who was cool...and it wasn't me......not by any stretch of the imagination.
By now we all figured out who was the most popular, most cool, and the smartest...at least by 14-year-old-standards. Although I didn't fall into any of those categories (I would be 16 before I actually blossomed), I was well aware of what or who was cool...and it wasn't me......not by any stretch of the imagination.
We all knew who was cool.
You know...the girl
who had it all.
It was Janice Cwiek. She was the epitome
of cool. She and her band of friends
defined cool. We "normal"
girls envied her. While we looked (and
acted) 12? Maybe? Janice looked and
acted 16? 18?
Janice in Yellow in 1964 |
She had the boyfriends, she had the clothes. And I'll never forget the shoes. And the shoe-boots! While I was still donning a pair of rubber goulashes
over my shoes to wear to school, Janice and some others were wearing the stylish
new shoe-boots that were in fashion to be worn in
PLACE of your shoes. How cool was that! I so longed for a pair of those shoe-boots
that when I had my 13th birthday party, a friend bought me a pair. There were a "little" snug (but oh
so cool), but I wore them to school despite my aching feet and scrunched toes. That was my first lesson on how
sometimes...just sometimes...fashion is more important than aches or comfort! As most woman can attest to at least once in
their life.
I remember Janice who always had every hair in place, had
the boys wrapped around her finger, and was actually dating boys from a nearby
HIGH school? Something that was actually
very foreign to me. But my friend and I
envied her. Sometimes we'd even imitate
her, not in a mean or jealous way, but in a longing way. We wanted to be like her.MINE! |
Janice's |
Late in the year of 1964, we graduated from our sheltered,
Catholic education and upbringing, and each of the 150 classmates spread their
wings and moved separate ways on to high school. We lost touch, but the bonds of the old
parish and neighborhood are strong.
So strong, in fact, that in 2010 Janice Cwiek and I became
Facebook friends. And just to show you
how old impressions run deep, I was thrilled that Janice and I were now
officially "Friends!" I was
friends with the cool kid?!? Woo Hoo!
Yummy cupcakes Made by Janice for the reunion |
It
was in 2010 that we and another OLG friend, Karen Madden, began plotting..I
mean...planning a reunion of our grade school class of 1964. 47
years after our graduation from Our Lady of Grace, the reunion took place at Janice's and her husband Mike's, home.
Their beautiful property was the site of a very successful party
celebrating our early years.
I remember telling Janice about how awe-stricken we were as
young girls around her, and that she was an icon to us in the 1960s. And now years later, here were the three of
us making plans for a reunion in Janice's kitchen! NOW I am finally "cool," right?
Janice in 2011 at the Reunion |
The reunion at Janice's house probably wouldn't have been as
successful if her name hadn't been attached to it. I think we ALL wanted to see our
"cool" graduate, and if Janice was going to be there, we all wanted
to be there.
I knew Janice had been ill for a short while and felt so
saddened by it. And now, Janice has
graduated to eternal life. She will
remain forever in our hearts and a part of OUR generation..the cool generation. Bless you Janice and your beautiful family.