Latin was my downfall...

Looking back over the years I had only wished I could have graduated in 1968 and not have to go back home in December of 1966. Grades did not come that easy for me and I concentrated more on sports and going to the gym or rec rooms. So many great memories and fun times even how short they were…Thanks to all of you great people!!!

George Taylor

Thanks

so neet to view the old school newspaper and see so many old friends there
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George Taylor

Help in troubling times

really enjoyed my time in lenox.very good family atmospheremy dad died may2,1970

iwason a campout with explores oncoming out of howes caverns fatherkurilekwas there h had dro over fro lenox to tellme and drive me all the way home to queens,nya few days later fatherkame backto nyc with some of my great schoolmatesthe care concern and compassion was vry hlpful to me and my family. father k also assisted in the funeral mass.thanks and may god bless you all.

Going to chapel

GOD IISLOVE HE WHO ABIDES IN LOVE ABIDES IN GOD AND GOD IN HIM

Nice place

I WAS 14 Y/O WHEN I CAME TO LENOX …HOW THEY OPENED MY MIND FATHER CASPER “THE END DOES NOT JUSTIFY THE MEANS…NOT KNOWING THE EVIL IN THIS WORLD BUT A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN AND THE THEFATHERS AND BROTHERS WERE HONEST GENTLEMEN…AT 62 YEARS OLD I REALIZE HOW TRULY SPECIAL IT WAS

Turkey bowl 1965

I got a letter and played against LaPOUCHE everyone feared how is he?

Frater Marks and basketball

This cannot be real, I thought. How does he do that? I had just stepped into the basketball court, a new student, wanting to learn more about basketball, to me a new sport, and I was thinking about practising backboard shots and drop shots. At that moment Frater Marks was the only other one in the court and he paid no attention to me. He was making one drop shot after another, effortlessly. Swish swish swish. From close to the basket, and from much further away . . . swish swish swish. “Frater Marx, teach me how to do that !” I demanded.
He did. He was like a Zen master. He said, Always keep your eye on the basket. Turn off your thoughts. Bend your knees and keep your eye on the basket and straighten and lean forward and gently toss the ball and let it spin and always keep your eye on the basket. Good, he said, Now try it again . . . and again . . . and again . . . I learned how to swish.

Thank you, Frater Marks.

John Holland
1967 Graduating Class

Turkey Bowl

My freshman year, 1969, was the last year we could not go home for Thanksgiving. On that day we gathered down on the sports fields to determine not the greater athletic prowess of the classes, but WHO would serve the turkey and WHO would do the dishes afterwards.
After the expected results were achieved, we began the slow trudge up the hill to hit the showers. On that day, however, a significant amount of rain had produced a significantly sized mud puddle into which the seniors (Harry Morris, Bob Boutot, Ken Collard et al.) proceeded to deposit as many of us freshmen as possible.
It actually made missing moms home cooking almost worthwhile. Truly, those were the days, and for those days I continue to count my blessings each year on the last Thursday of November, no matter how far I am from a pumpkin pie!

Waking up

Fr Krah ringing that bell!

Eastover

I was sad to read that Eastover Resort closed a while ago. While at Bellefontaine from 62-65 all the students spent a day swimming canoeing playing tennis etc. I remember drinking so much Coke I thought I would explode. Did the school keep going in later years?