Summer 2009
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Looking at “Class Notes” in Times of Brunswick (summer 2009, page 60), I noticed the lead photo showing Grade 10 in 1947. This 62-year-old photo brought back memories from my own days at Brunswick. I am sending a photo from 1947 (see photo #1) that shows what three of us 8th graders did during a midwinter science trip to the Planetarium, led by Mr. Keaney, former science teacher. We had our picture taken at one of those ubiquitous Broadway shops where they call (cajole?) you in and set you up in a “realistic” situation. The beer bottles were, of course, props—like the fire hat, the horse, the backdrop, and everything else in the photo . . . except us. (8th graders—12–13 year olds—could never have bought beer, not in 1947, even in NYC.) Photo #2, 2 taken from my 1947 yearbook, is complete with classmate autographs. Bruce’s, Ed’s and my faces are encircled, and the description of the trip to the Planetarium is outlined.
Ken Towe Class of 1947
Photos 1. Bruce Simpson, Edward Seldon, and Ken Towe 2. 1947 Yearbook page with classmate autographs
Congratulations on another great issue.
Thank you! Jane Preziosi Brunswick Parent
Caught the photo of the 10th Grade Class in 1947 in Times of Brunswick (summer 2009, page 60). Front Row/ middle: that’s me, Edgar MacBurney Storm (Mac Storm). The student on the far right is Jack Thompson. He and I used to crack hard-boiled eggs over each other’s heads during lunch … until the day mine was uncooked. I was sent home by Headmaster Everett, and boy, was my mother angry. She marched me back to Brunswick and confronted the Headmaster. He relented, and let me back in. It was a great adventure. Apparently, what happened was that my father had put the wrong egg (uncooked) in my lunch. (Hey, stuff happens.) I also used to take a whole sandwich to school for a mid-morning snack so I’d put on a little weight. Couldn’t finish a whole sandwich so the athletic coach, Mr. King, would eat the other half for me every day. I did grow up, finally, to become a 160-pound monster. I live in Savannah, Ga., and have two guest-rooms for old classmates. Look forward to hearing from them (macstorm@juno.com).
Thanks, Mac Storm Class of 1949
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