First Day Tears
Denise Ryan Comstock '61
My family lived on 210th Street, one house in from 113th Avenue. So it was a
straight walk to the school when we didn't get on the Murdock Avenue bus. I had
forgotten all about the plays until I read through the website. I remember the
annual bazaars and the Wednesday afternoon movies in the auditorium.
I was one miserable little kid on the first day at St. Pascal's. The two first
grade classes were held in the basement. Our teacher was Sr. Marie Brebuf (sp?). I
remember it being very dreary. I cried all day. Mary Jane McKeough raised her
hand to let the nun know that I was still crying. The nun would have had to have
been deaf if she didn't know it. Mary Jane and I stayed good friends through our
sophomore year at St. Pascal's High School. We later lost touch after both our
families moved away.
I often wonder how many of the kids I went to school with made out. I'm sure a
lot of the boys wound up in Viet Nam. Some of the kids that were in my class were
Lorraine LaRocco (another good friend with whom I've lost touch), Mary Troy, Rosemary
Schwartz, Juliet Rozea, Kevin Walsh, Fenton Walsh, Dennis Kinslow and others whose names
escape me now.
Some of the nuns we had were Sr. Dorothy Marie, Sr. Guiseppee, Sr. Maria Lorraine.
It's scary how quickly the years pass by!
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