Saturday, December 1, 2007

VCHS

Girls on one side of the school and boys on the other... Barbed wire and sister teresa in between!!
 
gotta luv it..
 
jd
 
 

8 comments:

laurie MSN said...

I was at VCHS in 1968. The era of Ricky Hunt, Pat Cunningham, Terry Fagan, Helen Huot, Nina Brennie, and many more. I was student council president in grade 11 in 1968.  I think that was the year of the first VCHS yearbook called "Accolade". Lost my copy somewhere. Brother Paul or was it De Paul who was the principal with Frank Hyland (now dead) as Vice Principal. Brother Lawerence, Mr. Clement, Richard & Norman David, John Callahan were all teachers. My mom was related to Sister Beaton. One of the brothers left the brotherhood to marry one of the teachers from VCHS. I remember the chain and lock on the doors between the girls and boys side. I also remember it was the first year of senior girls in the math class on the boys side. The barriers were breaking down at that time. I got called out of class a few times to run the projector for the girls side. The only legal place to mix with the girls was in the library. The 1967 class had a 25 year reunion in 1992. Carol Pio, Sharon Spence (Golding), Gordy Martineau, Roddy Farrell, Tej Desourdie, Carole Snelgrove, and many many more showed up for the fun.

sgwu731 MSN said...

I think the guy who left the brotherhood to marry was Br. Augustin - my geometry teacher in 63.   Ron

habsrule241 MSN said...

hi.   fagan and all those guys were justa  couple of years ahead of me and were the "cool guys". Donnie Mehan and terry prentergast and that were also ahead of me and were all looked up to by us "freshmen"..

les__f MSN said...

Hi Laurie,.first Accolade was '68,.......organised with a lot of help from Steve Witty (sp?).he later left VCH & went to LCCH....... Brother Augustine was the Principal for '68,.and Sister Johnson was Girl's Vice Principal,.& Frank Hyland was the boy's Vice Principal. I Remember olf Frank being a good guy ( somewhat reasonable) Brother Augustine was & probably still is a 'tool'......(his real brother in 'real' life ,was Brother Mel,.a neat old guy ,.who used to pick up his bottle from the Regie d'alcool on Verdun Av,.but the one down near (was it) Regina or something like that),.I gave him a ride back to the school on occasion when I'd see him walking along VerdunAv( years after I left VCH,. Still have the '68 Accolade copy right here in the filing cabinet,...... I also thought the Girls & Guys could mix in the auditorium,as well as the library,...but what about the Chemistry LAb,.didn't we have maybe a shortage of Chemistry teachers,.and I thought they mixed our class's there as well??  but I'm not sure about that,............I was not big on Attendance,....and when I was there I got into a couple of Rows with Brother Victor,......and got cuffed a few times by Augustine , and old Brother Philip tried to belt me once too....................hahahahahah  I was innocent on all charges........hahahahahaha                                                   hf&rv

habsrule241 MSN said...

hi... chem teacher in the late '60s i think was Brother Mike.. had a peg leg and always said.."C.A.T.  dog".. i also remember brother larry and mel.. jd

les__f MSN said...

Remember another Brother always said "Got the Idea" I think Domininc ??                                                                                                                         hf&rv

shirleyb-h MSN said...

Does anyone remember a teacher at VCHS named Alda McCaffrey - my sister went to school with her sisters Alda was waaay ahead of us and had the most amazing voice - she used to sing in the concerts at Christmas - Ave Maria still get shivers remembering that voice.

kencm3 MSN said...

68 must have been the year of Brother Augustine's year of terror. Also know as "Augie" or "The Augh" he instructed teachers not to discipline boys in the classrom but asked them to make all offenders stand outside the door in the hall whereupon he was legendary for walking up to you, giving you a shot across the face, then would ask you what you did wrong. So one day I get asked to stand outside and damnit if The Augh doesnt come along. He doesn't smack me but asks why I am standing there. In the finest Irish accent I could possibly muster up I say something that somehow makes it look like I took the blame for someone else. He still doesnt hit me, the bell rings, and he tells me to think twice before getting in trouble again, and he's off.

That was the day I began speaking with the accent in front of all the brothers who never bothered me, in fact treated me rather well, even if they did think I was a near lost cause.

Ken M